"Uncle, I'm not related to you. Why do you want to take care of me?" Sophie Foster pouted, her eyes filled with mischief.
"Hmm? Not related to me?" Nicholas Croft feigned displeasure, furrowing his brows. "What about that night?"
"That night?" Sophie raised an eyebrow in return, her eyes glimmering with even more mischief. "Of course, I paid for a gig—" she was cut off by Nicholas Croft, his lips pressing down to seal her teasing words, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other supporting her back, his tall and slender body pushing down, making Sophie instinctively lean backward.
"Lara...your body is so soft..." A muffled phrase escaped between their connected lips and teeth as Nicholas Croft's lips wandered down from Sophie's chin to her neck, softly sucking and kissing.
