And that will not change. He needs to find the woman again and find out what she has, and he is the only one who can warm her.

He had no choice but to grab her hair in a pony. He gripped it tightly.

“Yes, Wilder. That’s it.” She moaned.

Before she could open his zipper, he pulled her head through her hair away from his pants.

“Aw! What’s wrong with you, Wilder?!”

“You pushed me to do that, Ava. I said stop,” Wilder said.

“But why? You like it when I surprise you with a blow.”

“Liked it.” He corrected.

Her brows raised.

“Is it another girl?”

“What? No!...