Sweat dripped from his forehead. Resting his head against her neck, Dylan murmured in a husky voice, “Do you like it?"

But Olivia didn't respond.

She was still trying to catch her breath and felt a wave of embarrassment...

She didn't have the strength nor the mood to slap him in the face...

Instead, she rested quietly against Dylan's shoulder. As they both regained their composure, she said lightly, “Dylan, you're not the only one who can satisfy me, you know."