"Hendrix, we're still in the living room!" If he went on like this till Minnie returned, we would be in embarrassment.
"Then let's go to the bathroom!" He carried me and strode to the bathroom. Then, he turned on the shower and placed me in the bathtub. When he was done preparing, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lowered his head.
I was surprised, "Hendrix, don't-" My words drown in his murmurs. His husky voice was captivating.
While he was going down on me, he found my hand and intertwined our fingers together.
After messing around for nearly an hour, I collapsed in his arms and let him bathe and dress me.
Then, he carried me to the couch in the living room before returning to the bathroom to clean himself.
I finally realized that a hungry wolf was the most vicious.
While Hendrix and I were busy, Aaron was
being nosy. He made several phone calls, and he called again when Hendrix was in the bathroom. I answered the phone, and tiredly asked, "What's wrong?"
"You haven't woken up yet?" Judging from his voice, Aaron probably had gotten up too early and was bored.
"I'm already up. What do you want?"
"I'm craving the seafood pasta you made. Bring it over later!" He demanded, acting like a child instead of a man his age.
I frowned and grumbled, "I'm busy. Ask the care worker to make it for you."
"Arianna," Aaron raised his voice. "If you don't make it and send it to me, I'll come looking for you."
Gosh, what a nuisance!
I took a deep breath to keep the irk under control, and I reluctantly agreed, "Okay, I'll cook for you later."
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