Wolf President Hooks Up

Rylee muttered in an exasperated whisper, "What a strange man. Why do you have to take a shower during work hours?"

"What did you say?"

"Huh? I didn't say anything."

Rylee looked up at Timothy and waved her hand in denial. Once she saw his muscles, she blushed again.

"So, when you do something wrong, you have to make it right."

"Yes, you are right." Rylee thought it through. She would admit what Timothy said, make a good gesture of admitting her mistake, and never make him angry enough to have her dragged out and dismembered.

"Come here!"

"Yes... what?" Rylee had just moved half a step when she paused in shock and looked at Timothy.

Go over there? Why was he asking her to go over?

"Don't you want to make it up to me?" Timothy pretended to be angry and frowned.

Immediately, Rylee quivered at the look on his face and rubbed her hands together as she said quickly, "No, of course, I want to make it up to you."

But... what was he asking her to go over there for?

"Come here and rub my back for me."

Timothy said lightly, giving Rylee a stern look.

"Huh? Rub your back?" Rylee was stunned. "You wash yourself every day. How can your back be dirty?"

Timothy narrowed his beautiful eyes, and looked fierce, "Don't you want to make it up to me?"

He asked coldly and scared Rylee straight into a shiver. Without another word, she took a few steps over to the tub, her eyelids fluttering as she said gallantly, "How should I do it!"

Arrrgh! She was about to break down!

Mr. Wheeler's body was vaguely visible beneath the water and the bubbles!

Damn it!

He might as well just show it all clearly, and it kept her guessing what was underneath the bubble.

Timothy looked seductive as he raised his eyes and the corners of his eyes rose gently, "Rub it with your hands. What? You don't want to?"

"I want to! Oh, not really, but gladly. I'd be more than happy to serve you."

Rylee smiled, but the smile was uglier than crying.

She bowed her head and was about to cry.

Was she going to touch Mr. Wheeler's skin with her hands?

What was she afraid of? It was touching his skin, not hers, and she wasn't at a disadvantage anyway.

The thought that this was something that would take great advantage of Timothy immediately made her gloat again.

"Just rubbing it with my hands? Don't you have a towel or something? I can't get rid of the dirty with my hands." Rylee tried to sound professional.

"Do you think I'm like a homeless person with dirty mud all over me?"

Rylee stuck her tongue out.

"So... where should I start rubbing?"

he was waiting to enjoy himself, and mused,

"Oh."

the floor, rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water to

rubs it

skin was so fair

was bouncy and textured and comfortable

her a long time to realize that it wasn't dirty at all. He was clean as a

back is clean with no dirt. I don't feel the need to

on

head with a wet finger, then complained

You're really

her little pink face

was pressed against the bathtub and because it was full of water, it soaked the cloth on her breasts, but she

glance at

Good!

was all

bra

breasts, and her deep cleavage was

hard breath and moved his body

his body

noticed that a bubble suddenly came out high above the water and didn't think much of

looked very impatient, "Rub the

"Okay."

Timothy and found him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had upset him by not

took a deep breath and pouted, then probed her hands onto Timothy's pecs and

and glanced faintly at

red and she was

skin with

she was tickling his heart

off,

as a back scrubber to think much about it. Since he told her to

had a nosebleed when she touched his hard

abs so toned that she kept

"Down ...."

tensed his lower abdomen and breathed

looked at Rylee and gradually narrowed his

her arms while her breasts just trembled

body was on

getting her

lower abdomen, Rylee

in the bubble and she could only reach down his

so thick that she

and he drew a deep, hard

"Oh, it's ..."

She was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, squealed, and hurriedly let go

Oh, God!

was so...

now, touching it with her own hands,

hand out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her

handsome face was so close

in a wry smile, while his eyes were so deep and captivating that they seemed to suck her in, "You did that on purpose,

No, no ... I ..."

was almost touching Rylee's. He exhaled hot air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't you satisfied

one who asked me to give you a back

to hold it. How did you get a grip where you

Rylee was just speechless.

abducting her