"Honey, are you testing my waist strength?"

Rosalynn arched an eyebrow, playfully challenging him. “Or have you gotten too old for this?"

Brian chuckled and said confidently, "We'll find out soon enough if I'm capable!"

He playfully thought that she would soon be the one to cry for mercy.

Brian kissed her gently and then opened the door to the bathroom, carrying her inside, and turned on the shower.

Steam promptly filled the room, causing her long eyelashes to glisten with moisture.

As each piece of clothing came off, Brian experimented with different ways to ignite her passion.

In the cozy confines, all that lingered was the room's charged excitement...

A few moments later, Brian cradled Rosalynn in his arms and gently lulled her to sleep in the bed.

Her stomach growled with hunger at that moment.

Brian planted a tender kiss on her forehead and gazed at her lovingly.

“Feeling hungry?"

Rosalynn shut her eyes, her lengthy eyelashes quivering. “What's your take on it?" she inquired, her voice gentle and somewhat muffled.

Their intimate encounter had just ended and they they hadn't had dinner yet.

How could she possibly not feel hungry?

Brian let out a light chuckle. "Do you prefer room service, or shall we head to the restaurant downstairs?"

Rosalynn's eyes locked onto his. “How about we head downstairs?" she suggested.

Brian played with a strand of her hair, arching an eyebrow. "Are you certain?"

“Yes, I'm sure."

They only did it once, so he must want more of it.