Hearing this, Julian Sterling's face flushed red. He shot a glance at the man, laughing as he scolded: "You pervert, keep your eyes to yourself if you want to look so bad."
"Oh my." Ethan Caldwell sighed softly: "At worst, I'll just carry you off to 'reminisce' about old times. No need to look at it then."
In return, he received a sharp glare from Julian.
Ethan burst into laughter before scooping him up and carrying him back to the bedroom, gently placing him onto the bed. He patted Julian's buttocks—strictly the fleshy cheeks, delicately avoiding the tender center: "Take your pants off, babe."
Julian froze.
What had gotten into this man today? Speaking so roguishly and bluntly.
Take off his pants? What the hell? After tormenting him so ruthlessly all night yesterday, he still wanted to go again today? Without even setting the mood, just demanding he strip? What a lecherous, bastard of a man!
