Patricia's POV
When he was done, he got out and picked me up from the counter then dropped me in front of the cum stained walls of the shower.
"Let me clean you up." I stilled, then turned around to face him. I was sure I didn't hear him correctly but upon seeing the dark look on his eyes, he was dead serious. There was no way this was happening because I would end up fucking him from there. It was already hard as it is.
"No thanks," I folded my arms as I turned him down.
"Leave and get dinner ready. I'll join you when I'm done."
"Sure." He tore his gaze away from me and retreated. He wore his robe and left, but not without slapping my ass after grabbing it aggressively for a second. I bit back a moan and cursed.
I washed myself and changed, washed my mouth as well then went down to join him in the kitchen.
