137 Plotting (1)

"Too far?" Edgar removed his hand from covering her breast. The sound coming from her mouth told him she enjoyed what he did a moment ago but now that it was over, she might deny what she felt. 

"No," Alessandra shook her head. "I should take a bath. I've been in town all day. Excuse me," she stood up from the bed. She felt the need to sit in cold water to cool down even though she was cold from the air coming in from the window.

"Alessandra," Edgar held her hand to stop her from rushing off. There was nothing more enticing than the look on her face right now. If only he could have her paint that expression. "If you are feeling sexually frustrated right now, don't be shy and ask for my help. I have the perfect remedy."