Startled, Clara Grant dropped all the bags she was holding, and they landed on the floor with a THUD. Seth Quinn, it seed, hadn’t expected her to be out of the shower so quickly, and he froze for a mont when he saw what she was wearing.
He had only casually told the clerk over the phone to give him their most unique style. He hadn’t expected their most unique style to be... this.
But on her, the outfit had a charm all its own.
And so, with his eyes practically glowing, he began to leisurely admire the "scenery" on her body. He made no attempt to hide the look of sheer amazent on his face.
It wasn’t as if he’d never seen her completely bare before, but this state of being half-hidden, half-revealed held a different kind of sexiness, a special allure.
The sight caused a slow burn to ignite deep within him. ’This lingerie really knows how to get a man going!’
Flustered and annoyed by his stare, Clara Grant bent down to pick up the bags on the floor. But that was a mistake. The mont she bent over, what had been only partially visible was now on full display.
Frantically, Clara Grant tried to cover herself with one hand while reaching for the bags with the other. But before her fingers could even brush against them, Seth Quinn had strode over and scooped them up.
Clara Grant straightened up in shock, one hand covering her chest, the other desperately pulling down the hem of her skirt. "Give those back!" she yelled at Seth Quinn, exasperated.
Seth Quinn, however, rely glanced at the bags in his hand. "What do you need them for?" he asked.
"I... I need to change."
"Change? Isn’t what you’re wearing perfectly fine? It seems both comfortable... and convenient for sleeping."
Seth Quinn’s double entendre made Clara’s face flush crimson. "You pervert! Can’t you think about anything else?!"
With that, she lunged forward to snatch the bags back, but she missed her mark. Instead of grabbing the bags, she stumbled right into Seth Quinn’s arms, and he held her tight.
Seth Quinn casually tossed the bags in his hand, and they landed squarely on the nearby nightstand.
"What’s this? Throwing yourself at so eagerly?" Seth Quinn teased, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Y-you, let go of ..." Clara Grant struggled to get free, but he only held her tighter.
A soft woman in his arms was an opportunity Seth Quinn wasn’t about to waste. He leaned in to kiss her.
Clara Grant tried to dodge his kiss, scrambling for an excuse. "I... I’m tired. I should go to sleep."
"You just had coffee. You should be wide awake right now."
"..."
’So that’s what he ant back at the cafe... when he said it was "good" to have coffee at night and be full of energy. Did he an "good" for... "business"?’
"Seth Quinn, let go of !" The mory of that morning in the car made Clara resist him even more fiercely.
’The thought that her hands might turn into "sour lemons" again made Clara Grant shrink back from his advances even more desperately.’
But she moved too sharply, and with an unfortunate slip of her foot, she lost her balance and tumbled backward onto the large bed.
Instead of helping her, Seth Quinn gave her a light push, using her montum to send them both tumbling onto the large bed.
As if on cue, their lips t.
The kiss gradually deepened, gentle and lingering, passionate yet tender.
Clara Grant’s wide eyes slowly closed under the spell of his deep, bewitching kiss. The fingers she had clenched in his shirt tightened unconsciously, a silent answer to his kiss.
As the kiss deepened, Clara’s mind went blank again. She felt as if she were floating in mid-air, a feeling that was as unsettling as it was wonderful.
Seth Quinn leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky as he whispered, "Tonight, I’m going to make you happy."
User Comments
0 comments from readers