บท 222: Naughty Ethan

Demyan 

"May I?" he approached me slowly, his cologne flooding my nostrils that all my defences were weakly blown over as he stood not even a hair away from me. I nodded as I looked up to meet his dark eyes. His hands gently pushed my coat to either side so that he had full access into holding my waist. 

My hands pressed against his chest and without missing a beat he dismissed the stylists to wait outside. They scurried out not wasting a second as Ethan's hands travelled to my back and almost went right for my arse but I slapped his hands gently to stop him, "Naughty, you're not touching there tonight."