After my boyfriend cheated on me, I slept with his brother. Everyone calls his friend "Little Wolf Dog." In the private hot spring, I sat on his lap in just my robe. Little Wolf Dog stared at me intently with beautiful, smoldering almond eyes, like he wanted to devour me whole, yet the way his hands caressed me was surprisingly gentle and unrushed. Holding back my discomfort, I urged, "Hurry up." I wasn't here to flirt with him. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, let out a soft chuckle, then took my earlobe between his lips and licked it slowly. "Mandy, someone's in a rush, huh?"