Adrian Quincy reached around behind her, fastening the button on her shirt. His voice held a trace of regret. "Get up and eat the noodles. They won't be good cold."
The man's hot breath washed over her face, carrying a clean scent that was as tempting as his kiss.
Not knowing what came over her, Claire Sinclair wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body pressed against his unconsciously as she said bashfully, "I... I still want..."
"Hm?"
"I mean... Mmmph..."
As if he'd been given the green light, the man no longer held back, launching a fresh assault.
The situation grew increasingly intense. Claire Sinclair was both amazed and terrified—amazed by his masterful seduction, and terrified of where this was going. She feared she wouldn't be able to take it.
Not until the girl's stomach protested for a third time did the man finally relent, forced to bring everything to a halt.
