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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but Luther never moved behind her

On the fence.

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

away. Had to stand up from the water with his back to him as fast as he could, then quickly wrapped himself in

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

water is too hot.” Her voice was a

He laughed and stopped teasing

"I'll blow your hair, dry it before you go downstairs, wet hair is easy to catch

her slender body, her scarlet cheeks, and when the

hair and carefully blow dried

a hair dryer,

She felt like she was melting from the

sleep all day.” He patted her shoulder, "I'll carry

the door as quickly

that she can barely stay