Sophie Smith didn't believe in his so-called 'quickly' at all. Whenever he wanted her, didn't he always leave her feeling completely spent?
If she gave herself to him, they probably wouldn't leave the room tonight.
She hastily moved away from him, adjusted her dress and her disheveled hair. Her chest was still slightly heaving from his teasing earlier. Seeing this, Asher Land's eyes couldn't help but deepen with desire.
"Really, time is running out, we should head down," Sophie said with a patient smile, pulling the defeated-looking him up from the chair, then buttoned up his half-open silver-gray shirt.
After calming themselves down a bit, the two headed downstairs.
When they reached the hall, they saw two figures deeply entwined on the sofa, with the woman straddling the man in a passionate kiss.
Asher Land pretended to cough a few times, and only then did the couple on the sofa reel in their passion.
