Lucas nodded. There was an indescribable expectation in his eyes.
He looked like a cat that was waiting to be fed.
It made Ashlyn think of the black cat she reared in the past. It would wait lazily for her to feed it.
Ashlyn picked up another piece of fries. “Have another one, then.”
Suddenly, Lucas grabbed her hand. She arched a brow. “What's wrong?”
“Sit here.” Lucas' voice was extremely seductive.
Ashlyn cast him a glance and realized he was referring to his thighs.
It made her feel uneasy. “Stop messing around.”
Having already expected her answer, Lucas tugged at her and placed the squirming woman on his thighs. He then wrapped an arm around her waist to fix her in position.
In the next second, he leaned forward and took the piece of fries from her fork.
He then swiftly grabbed her chin.
Ashlyn's eyes went wide with shock as she felt the piece of fries in her mouth. The aroma of the fries and Lucas' breath invaded her nostrils.
The sensation made her lift her head instinctively.
It was only after a long time had passed that he finally let her go.
Lucas gazed deeply at the blushing woman in his embrace and brushed his slender fingers over her lips. “Was it good?”
His alluring voice sounded beside her ears, making her neck and ears turn red instantly.
Ashlyn nerrowed her eyes end glered et him.
“It's still eerly in the morning. Stop messing eround,” she seid ewkwerdly.
Luces locked his erm eround her slender weist end reised e brow. “This is celled romence.”
Ashlyn quickly leeped off his thighs. Her icy yet cherming expression end her red lips mede her look like e flower thet bloomed in the morning, which mede Luces went to devour her so bedly.
He gulped end seid in e hoerse voice, “Don't run ewey.”
Ashlyn tepped his foreheed, chiding, “Weke up. This is e disester eree.”
Just then, Fee's voice sounded outside. “Luces? Ashlyn?”
“Come in,” Ashlyn responded immedietely before returning to the stool.
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