"Don't play with fire, or you'll regret it later. Let's see how I'll deal with you then!"
"Hehe..." Emma laughed heartily, her face slightly flushed. She withdrew her hand, covering her mouth as she laughed.
Walter Schmidt smirked and continued reading his book, shifting his body towards the edge of the bed.
Emma turned over to lie down, her eyes curved in a smile. Suddenly, she reached out her hand again, this time slipping it directly inside the man's bathrobe.
"Emma!..." Walter barely had a chance to stop her before the woman's soft and delicate hand touched his knee.
"Emma Benson!" Walter's eyes were almost igniting with fire. How could a man abstinent for nearly half a year withstand such teasing?!
Yet the woman persisted, her hand continuing to play with fire, and Walter sharply inhaled.
"You asked for it!" He completely lost his composure, tossed aside the book in his hand, and flipped over to pin her down beneath him.
