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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?"

closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to enjoy himself, and mused,

"Oh."

sleeves, and ruffled the water to wash her

it in

skin was

was bouncy and textured

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

is clean with no dirt. I

blew on her

up and poked Rylee's head with a wet finger, then complained dotingly, "You're trying to

really! You're

little pink

it was full of water, it

a glance at

Good!

was

bra

to her breasts, and

a deep, hard breath and moved

his body

a bubble suddenly came out high above

very impatient, "Rub the

"Okay."

found him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had upset him by not rubbing his back

probed her hands onto Timothy's pecs and rubbed them

glanced faintly

mouth was red and she was blowing sweet,

scratching his skin

she was tickling his heart

voice trailed off, "Down

back scrubber to think much about

had a nosebleed when she touched his

must have been to get his abs so toned that she kept thinking of

"Down ...."

lower abdomen and breathed a

at Rylee and gradually narrowed his

arms while her breasts just

his body was on

rubbing down and getting her

abdomen,

already submerged in the bubble and she

she felt a very hard object, which was so thick that she couldn't even clutch it in her

body suddenly tensed and he drew a

"Oh, it's ..."

big, pure eyes. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, squealed, and hurriedly let go of

Oh, God!

penis... was

thought it was shocking enough, but now, touching it with her own hands, she realized

her hand out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her

was so

while his eyes were so deep and captivating that they seemed

No, no ... I

was almost touching Rylee's. He exhaled hot air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't you satisfied with seeing it once and wanting to touch it

not! You're the one who asked me to give you a back rub. I'm

to rub it, but I didn't tell you to hold it. How did you get a grip where

Rylee was just speechless.

abducting her into a