"Mike, what the f**k are you...?" she yelled at him, slapping him on the back.
He didn't say a word.
She thought at first he was going to throw her into the pool again. But as she saw that he was carrying her to the bedroom, she had to wipe the smile off her face and stifle a gleeful giggle that had suddenly formed in her throat.
Mike's lust was now in full and absolute control, and his entire brain was focused on only one thing, and one thing only. He kicked the door closed behind them and tossed her to the bed, pulling her apron off.
"Mike, now just a...," she started, but he quickly pressed his lips to hers, his tongue dancing with hers as she began the appearance of giving in.
"Tear her shirt off."
He grabbed her shirt and tore it open, the fabric of her old housework garment rip
