“I don’t think that is still necessary, Elizabeth,” Cross said with a firm voice. “I can watch you without me recording you.”
She pouted and traced her index finger in the middle of his chest. “But I want to have a record on your phone. You can just not show it to anyone, right?” she said.
She batted her eyes, and he hated her for using her cute side. She definitely knows that it is his weakness --- asking and pleasing him. He sighed sharply.
“Fine,” he said and began to sit up on the bed.
Elizabeth smirked and watched him stand up from the bed. He grabbed his phone from his slacks, his proud member still standing and erecting. She bit her lower lip while watching him walking around, naked and shameless.
Elizabeth rested her back on the headboard, while Cross went to the end of the
