How could he do this to her?
She didn't dare move in his arms.
"Baby, can you feel it? I'm in so much discomfort right now. Help me…" His voice became huskier, exuding an unspeakably sexy and seductive aura. Just listening to his voice made Joanna's heart tremble.
Her face was burning like fire, and she didn't dare move in his arms. Her eyes were red with urgency: "Can't you solve it yourself?"
Shouldn't men know how to do that sort of thing already?
He could do it too.
Why did she have to help him?
"Wife." He buried his head in her neck and rubbed it gently, even acting coquettish. "I don't want to solve it myself. Help me."
The word "wife" made Joanna's heart race erratically.
*
In the end, Joanna couldn't resist Ashton Heath's repeated coaxing and pitiful act, and she helped him out in another way.
After washing her hands, she was still blushing when he carried her out of the bathroom. Her eyes were filled with complaints.
She shouldn't have agreed to help!