Joshua Hughes gently kissed her slender neck, his agile tongue drawing circles that made her tremble as if electrified. In a daze, she heard the sound of his belt buckle being deftly undone.
She wanted to struggle free, but his tall body pinned her to the sofa as if nailed in place, unable to move. That commanding and domineering force carried an intoxicating ferocity: "You haven't... taken a bath..."
Avery Jane frowned, smelling a faint scent of smoke on him, while the black suit appeared austere and cold, starkly contrasting with her own soft, white outfit.
Joshua Hughes's eyes sparkled with scorching light as he said softly, "Go wait for me in bed, be good..." His voice was more intoxicating and tempting than wine. Avery Jane lowered her head, sitting there with her long lashes slightly trembling, and Joshua suddenly scooped her up, carried her into the bedroom, gently laid her on the bed, and turned to the bathroom.
