"You should be more aggressive, kitten. You need to be bolder. If you want to do something bad. Maybe mewl a little while you're at it."

Oh. That was a bit…

Sylus’s teasing smirk wasn’t helping either. He was definitely enjoying this “little game” with you. He watched you squirm in his lap as you straddled his thighs, embarrassment evident in your expression.

You and Sylus were currently on his yacht. Earlier, you suggested applying some sunscreen “all over his body” and while you’re at it, you smeared some on his face, insisting that he also wear it.

But Sylus, one for mischief, challenged you to go lower after you smeared the sunscreen all over his neck and shoulders. Not wanting to be outdone, he took advantage of your flustered expression by pinning you down on the deck and snatching the sunscreen bottle, squeezing out a generous amount on his palm.

"I see you're done playing around, kitten. Now it's my turn."