The faster I rubbed, the more Scarlett's gasps filled the room.
"Do you want my big cock inside your little hole?" I asked.
"No, we can't do this!" Scarlett was already so turned on that her toes were curling up, but she still tried to resist.
Just as I was about to slip my hand into her underwear, I heard the door open and keys jingling downstairs.
Ryan was back!
Scarlett and I quickly pulled apart. I grabbed a glass bowl from the living room, wet it in the bathroom, and held it in my hands.
Scarlett hurriedly put on her pants, buttoned them up, zipped them, and then ran to my desk to pick up the half-used towel to continue wiping the table.
"Sorry, I spilled the milk. Thanks for helping me clean it up." I stood next to Scarlett, full of apologies.
Even though it was just acting, Scarlett's face seemed to blush again.
Could she be thinking about my semen and comparing it to milk?
Was she feeling shy about it? What an interesting woman.
"It's okay, just be more careful next time." Scarlett pretended to be calm.
Ryan happened to come upstairs and saw everything.
"David, you don't have to be so formal when you come to the house. Scarlett is very nice and won't mind these things." Ryan walked over to me and patted my shoulder.
"I understand, I will," I obediently replied.
Meanwhile, Scarlett was still busy, and Ryan seemed to either be trained or genuinely doting on Scarlett.
He bent down to help Scarlett tidy up.
Scarlett cleverly dodged and ordered, "No need to trouble yourself, I'm almost done. Go to the garage and bring up the shopping bags from my trunk."
"Okay." Ryan left, and Scarlett finished tidying up.
I hugged her from behind, my lips brushing her delicate cheek gently.
"You've worked hard, dear."
"Don't call me that! I'm Ryan's wife! Besides, when Ryan is home, you better behave yourself!"
"Okay! When Ryan is home, I'll definitely behave and won't touch you like I just did!" I made a salute gesture, speaking without sound but firm enough.
As for what I would do when Ryan wasn't around, well, that was hard to say.
"You know what I mean, no loopholes in your words."
With that, Scarlett walked away without looking back.
Her walking was different, with her legs deliberately turned outward, probably because of the dampness in her underwear.
She coincidentally met Ryan, who was carrying bags of shopping.
"Honey, what did you buy? Why is it so heavy?"
"You'll find out later. Take these to the living room." Scarlett directed Ryan, then turned to me. "David, come to the living room with me."
"Okay," I replied.
Scarlett pulled me to a black clothing shopping bag and took out a set of exquisitely crafted black classic suit.
"For me?" I pointed at myself in disbelief.
"Yes, I thought you would need it for work, so I bought you a few pieces." As she spoke, she spread out the suit in front of me to compare the size and fit. "Try it on quickly."
"It doesn't fit," I said without thinking.
Scarlett shot me a look. "You haven't even tried it on. Why are you saying that? Hurry up and change, or I'll have Ryan hold you down to do it."
"I'm serious, Scarlett. These clothes are too fancy and expensive. I'm just starting out at work; I don't need such nice things."
If Ryan had bought them, I would've accepted without a second thought. But this was their joint money with Ryan!
How could I seduce Scarlett like this?
Plus, if I did end up sleeping with her and Ryan found out, what then?
The money they spent on me could be used to control and threaten me later.
My career was just starting, and I couldn't afford to get tangled up in this!
"Take it, David. Think of it as a gift from Scarlett and me to encourage you as you start your job," Ryan said, sensing my hesitation.
"But I can buy these myself once I start earning money. You don't have to spend money on me. I already feel bad enough eating, using, and living off you. Now you're buying me things, and it makes me feel burdened," I said.
Ryan came over, patted my shoulder, and encouraged me, "Don't overthink it. Just think of it as our parents asking me to take care of you."
He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I give my paycheck to Scarlett every month, but she barely spends anything on me. Perfect, help me earn back the expenses. As long as you work hard, get promoted, and become rich, remember this favor today."
"Don't worry, I will definitely remember, and if I make a fortune, I'll make it with you."
"Just having you say that is enough. Go try on the new clothes."
I nodded, took the clothes from Scarlett, and walked towards the room.
A few minutes later, I came out wearing the classic black suit.
I was a disciplined guy. I hit the gym regularly, and my physique was muscular when I took off my clothes and well-shaped like a model when I put them on.
Plus, I rarely went out, so my skin was fairer than most guys.
Scarlett not only picked the right size but also the perfect suit.
It outlined my broad shoulders and narrow waist, making my already fair skin look even whiter, paired with my neat crew cut and 6-foot height.
If it wasn't obvious, it would seem like I was a CEO of a big company, making billions of dollars a month!
This greatly satisfied my vanity. "This suit fits perfectly. I really like it."
"Good, wear this to work when you start. You'll be in the PR department on the sixth floor, remember?"
"I got it, Scarlett." I nodded.
Scarlett, Ryan, and I all worked at the same company.
I was in PR, Scarlett was in HR, and Ryan was the deputy general manager of the operations department.
"You can try on the rest of the clothes yourself. I'll go cook dinner." Scarlett handed me all the clothes.
"Okay."
With that, I carried the remaining shopping bag of clothes and headed to the room, with Ryan closely following behind me.