You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She had to turn around again, "How can I undress if you don't go out?" “You take it off, and I promise not to look.” He laughed softly.

What the hell?

Joyce is speechless, just, in his territory, she can not help him.

With her back to him, she pulled off her soaked shirt. And the bottoms. Then she squeezed the soaked clothes slightly dry and placed them next to the spa.

Luther kept surveying her smooth spine, her long, slender lotus arms, and after a little wine, his breathing became rapid. Damn, I really don't know, torturing her or torturing himself.

Joyce kept her back to him as she submerged herself in the water, her long hair soaking through and soothing her body.

Although she was still feverish, but felt the temperature, as sweating passed. It seems that the body temperature gradually dropped, and the whole person's spirit recovered much.

It took about ten minutes to soak.

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tried to get up, but Luther never moved behind her and she was a

On the fence.

stood up, brought his bathrobe, came behind her, and said softly, "Get

that he could not drive her away. Had to stand up from the water with his back to him as fast as he could, then quickly

arms around her from behind, pressing his breath against her long, soaking wet hair, spraying the side of her neck,

hot.” Her

He laughed and

"I'll blow your hair, dry it before you go downstairs, wet hair

her lip, the floor-to-ceiling glass seemed like a mirror, reflecting her slender body, her scarlet cheeks, and when the hot wind blew her long

rubbed her hair and carefully

hand, where it teases, is even hotter than a hair dryer, all the way to the bottom of

hair. She felt

sleep all day.” He patted

She stood up in a hurry and opened the

that she