Long soak

 After rolling up his sleeves, he was looking alluring. Abrielle's mind could not help but think dirty thoughts remembering how he made her release by just smacking her butt.

 

 She needed her to get help to have been turned on by such violence. Her cheeks are red at the thought, her eyes on his sinfully handsome face. Cedric gave her a look, saying, what are you thinking of? His brow was arched at her.

 

 "I prefer you have the mask on," Abrielle stated for her own good. Cedric's confusion turned into a smirk. He leaned towards her face their nose almost brushing against him.

 

 "Are you scared? You will shamelessly drool at my face, or is it worse?" He teased her, her cheeks going red. It was times like this when Abrielle desperately reminded herself that he was a forbidden fruit.