Daddy's Hot Sauce

Emily was in the beat of heat as it was visible on her cheeks and felt the warm breath that was hitting on her skin while his touch was making his body tremble. In every inch of her skin, she felt the warm of his hand on her mounds and his lips that went from her neck down to her shoulders. She felt it, the hunger of his lips, his aggressiveness and his heavy breath, and hands that was being on point for her not to disobeyed him.

"Mr. Winston, please..." she pleaded for him to stop what he was doing as it sent a lot of sensation in her nerves.

A knocked on the door made her eyes wide opened and quickly put on her towel around her body.

"Emily!" Anders called him while continuously knocking on the door.

Emily couldn't believe her eyes. She was staring at herself in the mirror and heaved out a sigh.

"Shit!" she mumbled and washed her face with water. "That was... an imagination."

She stayed in front of the mirror and answered him back. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to take a shower, that's all!"

Anders was just behind the door and was worried as he heard a heavy sound from the bathroom and said. "Alright then, tell me if you need help."

She sighed and an irritated face was drawn on her so she crossed her arms and shrugged her shoulders.

He grinned his teeth and lightly shook his head as she heard her voice then went back to bed with a smile on his face.

"What the hell? This is insane. Am I that thirsty for him? I mean this wasn't our first time together but... every time I'll think about him there's something in me that I couldn't explain." she mumbled to herself

Emily let herself drowned in the water that was coming out from the shower. She closed her eyes and felt every droplet of it made her wish to disappear like thin air.

"Did he even hear me moaning? That was the most embarrassing part of my life!" then she covered her mouth in surprise.

She lightly shook her head with disappointment to herself, washing her body thoroughly would at least made her feel that she was cleansed after having an intimate time with him.

On the other hand, Anders was on the bed lying on it with his hands behind his head and waiting for Emily to come out. A smile was drawn to his face as he remembered her moan in the bathroom.

Then, a couple of minutes after, his phone vibrated and immediately answered it. He did not bother himself to look at the screen. From a joyful face it turned out to rugged facial expression and he immediately stood up and put all his clothes

on.

"What happened?" his brows were furrowed while listening to someone on the other line.

"Uh... uh"

"I'll be there in half an hour!" his eyes widened as he heard it and was now in a hurry to fixed himself.

"Alright..."

When he was done putting herself together. He immediately shut the door and tossed the keys on his fingers.

While Emily was taking her time to herself in the bathroom.

When she was done, a heave out a sighed came out from her mouth as she was looking at herself in the mirror. "Oh my! This is it!"

She closed her eyes tightly as she was opening the knob of the door. As she stepped her foot outside and her eyes were still shut. Emily was wearing only a towel wrapped around her petite body and her hair was in a bun shape that made her heart-shaped face and could easily be noticed by a person who was looking at her.

She slowly opened her eyes as she wondered about the quiet surroundings.

"Mr. Winston!" she called his name a couple of times but silence only took over the place.

"Wow! Just so nice. I'm his bed warmer now."

Then, she put her palm on her forehead showing her disappointment with Mr. Winston.

She walked inside his walk-in closet to burrow some clothes as Emily did not want to use the same clothes all over again.

"Oh my goodness! A lot of clothes." She murmured.

Emily saw how huge it was as she opened the door. A lot of pairs of coats, jackets, shoes, and pants were hanging on each closet separated by their colors.

She turned her head on the right and saw a lot of different kinds of shoes. Leather shoes, rubber shoes, and many more, just like on the other side all were arranged by its' color.

Emily tiptoed herself in and checked if there was something she could put on for herself.

"Finally!" he exclaimed while her hands were both on her side waist.

Her lips formed an upward arch as she a light yellow round neck tee shirt.

Because of her height, Emily was having a hard time getting the shirt as it was on the top of the closet.

"I hate being short at this time." Mumbled as she was extending her arms to reach out for it.

After reaching the shirt, Emily put it on and fixed her hair as well.

She looked at herself in front of the mirror and when she was satisfied by her look she turned her back and was about to get out of the room.

"Who is this?" she whispered as she was looking at the photographs that fell on the floor.

It was a picture of Mr. Winston with a companion. Her brows were furrowed and her curiosity was growing as she looked at the photo.

A squeaky sound of the door caught Emily's attention so she immediately put the photo underneath her shirt.

She walked fast to get out of the room and was planning to see if it was Mr. Winston, but as she turned the knob and slowly opened the door. A figure was now in front of her. "I... I just burrowed a shirt." she said nervously.