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?"

to enjoy himself, and mused, "From the top ...

"Oh."

didn't think much of it at all. She kneeled on the floor, rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water to wash her hands first before she just put her hands on Timothy's

rubs it

skin was so

was bouncy and textured and comfortable

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

with no dirt. I don't feel

on

with a wet finger, then complained dotingly, "You're trying

really! You're really

pouted, and her little

the bathtub and because it was full of water, it soaked

glance at

Good!

front was

bra

breasts, and her deep cleavage was surprisingly clear

breath and moved his body in

his body had

bubble suddenly came out high above the water and didn't think much

looked very impatient, "Rub the front,

"Okay."

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

breath and pouted, then probed

his eyes and glanced faintly at the

her little mouth was red

skin with

as if she

trailed off, "Down a

back scrubber to think much about it.

almost had a nosebleed when she

How athletic he must have been to get his abs so toned that she kept

"Down ...."

his lower abdomen

and

moved her arms while her breasts

felt his body was

thinking about rubbing down and getting her

abdomen, Rylee

in the bubble and she

was so thick that she couldn't even clutch it

suddenly tensed and he

"Oh, it's ..."

Timothy's face with her big, pure eyes. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly

Oh, God!

was so...

with her own hands, she realized that the real size to touch was even more frightening than what

of the bubble, but Timothy gripped

was so close to

eyes were so deep and captivating that they seemed to suck her in, "You did that on purpose,

No, no ... I ..." Rylee

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

not! You're the one who asked me to give you

but I didn't tell you to hold it. How did you get

Rylee was just speechless.

abducting her