Bab 188: Wrong House

"I can take care of it after you fall asleep." He frowned. "Do you want me to sing to you? I think that would make it easier for you to sleep?"

"You'll accompany me?" she asked incredulously. "Can't believe I will get a personal performance from Cage Cavanaugh and he will lull me to sleep. Not the thought I ever had," she said with a snicker.

She pulled her hand out of her pussy and then placed them in the mouth to clean herself up. She could have reached for the wipes, but she wanted to tease him just a little. She could see how his eyes darkened, but he didn't comment or escalate the situation. 

What a nice boy. He had too much self-control. 

"Lie down," he said roughly. She was excited, expecting him to start again but instead, she heard the clicking on his keyboard. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, confused. 

"Searching for the lyrics," he said impassively. "Got it." He smiled at the camera.