Such a fragrant fruit. There was no need to taste it; one could tell just by its scent.
"Congratulations, you're right. Therefore... as a reward, Ivana Bennett will give you a fragrant kiss."
Saying this, she took the initiative and brought her lips close to his face. One hand slipped past his chest and sneaked into his sleeping robe, wandering aimlessly on his chest.
"Ivana!" He raised his hand and grasped her palm, "don't move around, I... I won't be able to resist."
Ivana Bennett didn't speak. Instead, she let her other hand slide into his rob and start fumbling about, finding a small, hard object.
She extended her fingers, and gently flicked it with her fingertips.
Lucas Walker's throat tightened, and his lips began to feel dry.
"Ivana!" he reached out again and caught her mischievous hand, "Stop that!"
Idiot!
Ivana Bennett rolled her eyes at him. Seeing his loose robe, she leaned in closer.
