Indulging in Samuel's passionate kiss, Ella suddenly recalled that he had said there was a surveillance camera monitoring the corridor.
She immediately clutched one of the man's large unscrupulous hands, and refused, "Please stop. There is a camera filming us."
Samuel let out a groan of discontent. He had dragged them out here, well aware of the fact that there was a camera, "Why bother watching others when we can make one of our own? "
Samuel was eager to make their own sex tape. "No...no...no, Sam. Let's just go back to our room. I actually like doing it in bed."
Holding her face in his hands, Samuel grinned mischievously, "We're not going to the bedroom today. I want to do it here."
"Please don't. It'd be awkward if any of the two kids were to come out and saw us." Both Jerry and Jane were asleep. It would be really embarrassing if they saw Samuel and Ella having sex, if they woke up to get some water to drink.
"Are you still curious about what you have watched?" Always curious about other men's affairs, Ella was, in Samuel's opinion, really a naughty girl.
Perplexed for merely a second, Ella promptly grasped what Samuel was talking about, and then shook her head a few times, "Not anymore. Sam, you are the best. Their's are way too small and are nothing compared to yours. Yes, theirs are nothing compared to yours. Totally nothing."
Although Ella didn't point out what THEIRS and YOURS really referred to, Samuel guessed what she was driving at. Fixating his eyes on Ella's, he asked, "What is small?"
"Nothing. Nothing." Realizing that she had been stammering the whole night, Ella really wanted to bite off her tongue.
"Aren't you going to tell me?" Samuel persisted. He wanted her to say the word. He moved closer to her ear and blew on it sensually before saying, "Honey, say the word? I want to hear you say it. If not..."
Samuel proceeded to kiss and nibble on her neck. Ella knew he wouldn't let it go. 'Why does he want me to say that shameful word?'
"If I told you, can we just move to somewhere else? The kitchen, balcony, bathroom or study room. Wherever you want but not here."
Samuel lifted his brows a little. It seemed that Ella was getting excited.
"Alright!"
Now that Samuel had changed his mind, Ella gritted her teeth as she said the word, "Penis."
...
Despite the fact that he knew what she was referring too earlier, Samuel still felt a tingling sensation after hearing Ella herself utter the word.
It was not until then that he realized that he had a wife who knew so much.
"Let's go."
Holding Ella in his arms, Samuel went to the third floor.
Ella wondered where they were going as they passed the dance room, gym, and flower room.
With the door leading to the balcony being pulled open, a blast of cold air sneaked into Ella's nightdress. Why did Samuel bring her here? There was only a swimming pool.
"Samuel, do you want me to freeze to death?" In this severe winter, she wore only a nightdress. Even though it was made of thermal, it still couldn't protect her from the piercing cold.
And Samuel was in a suit and tie. It didn't seem fair!
"Let you freeze to death? I can't afford that." Smiling, Samuel let Ella who was still in his arms take a rest in the temporary lounge beside the pool.
Two or three minutes later, he threw her into the pool without warning, which caused her to shriek.
"AHHH! Help! This guy wants to kill me!" Ella didn't expect to be thrown in, so she ended up drinking mouthfuls of water. At this moment, she doubted whether Samuel really loved her. Why did he throw her into the pool?
Wearing only a pair of shorts and standing beside the pool, Samuel quietly watched her struggling in the water. For some reason, he started laughing.
"I'm so...so...so cold. Samuel, I'm so cold..." Ella was on the brink of weeping. Samuel dived into the water just before Ella was about to weep because of the coldness.
Shivering, Ella moved swiftly towards Samuel and held him very tight.
"Samuel, it was my fault. I will never ever watch the video again. Let's go to the bedroom where it's warm, okay?" At the moment, Ella began to admire those accustomed to swimming in severe winters mornings. Are their bodies made of iron?
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