With a cool, stunningly handsome face, he calmly closed the video.
He squatted in front of Joy, lifting her chin, "And why didn't you ask me?"
Joy was so embarrassed her mind went blank, and she blurted out naively, "Do you know how?"
Dean brought her close, his face inches from hers as he murmured, "It seems I didn't make you feel it that night."
Huh?
Before Joy could digest his words, Dean scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Mr. Reed effectively showed her whether he knew how or not.
When Joy woke up the next day, the sun was high in the sky, and she was alone in the large bed. The air was still permeated with a somewhat embarrassing scent.
Remembering the events of the previous night, Joy was unsure whether to rejoice or to run away.
Dean, who always seemed so abstinent, was actually a beast!
Rubbing her slightly swollen eyes, Joy remembered begging for mercy until she was hoarse, but Dean did not let her go.
