Evan loved Avery's delicate look. The woman's perfume smell let him want to have sex with her.
Avery knew what was going to happen next. If she didn't go to meet with Maeve but stayed in the bathroom with Evan for a long time, Maeve would be impatient.
"No."
Evan's hot breath sprayed on her sensitive neck. He had lifted her clothes, but his wrist was held by her.
Under the hands of Avery was Evan's raised veins, and every cell under the skin was clamoring.
His breath grew heavier, and he pressed on her, "When a woman is pressed, she should be obedient. And follow the desire of her body,"
Avery bit her lips, but she was still worried, "No, I have to go."
With his lasting sexual desire, plus foreplay, she couldn't get out in an hour.
Evan knew what she was worried about and smiled, "Don't care about Maeve."