Ewan wasn't a pervert. As a matter of fact, he usually prided himself on his strong sexual control and resilience.
Seeing Athena standing before him, however, in just a yellow sundress—while aware that she wasn't wearing any form of underwear—drove blood into his little man and flooded his mind with an insane amount of information—both past and future fantasies.
He found himself tracing the mound outline of her uncapped breasts made by the fabric, and his eyes searched for any transparency in the gown so he could feast on her treasures; treasures he had missed more than anything.
He enjoyed watching her blush too. She had been the one to initiate the game, yet she was the one trying not to squirm. Did she forget that he was the tease between them both?
"You're not going to continue the game?" He finally broke the tension that hung heavy with unmet sexual expectations, although he still kept his eyes lingering on the outlines of her breasts.
