Adrian Quincy raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling to the girl's slyly smiling face. In a low voice, he said, "Claire, your body seems to be telling me you want another round."
"No, no! Of course not!"
The more she denied it, the tighter she hugged him.
As if he'd just been given permission, Adrian Quincy swiftly lifted her on top of him, giving himself a better view.
The girl's smile was mischievous, and her eyes held nothing but pure joy.
"Claire?"
"Ahem," Claire Sinclair cleared her throat. She tugged at his collar, her face flushing as she said, "Well, if you don't want to, then forget it. I'm starving... ugh..."
There was no way he would refuse the sweet treat delivered right to his lips.
This time, the man was incredibly gentle. He sought her consent for almost every move, only proceeding to the next step after she agreed.
However, this unhurried pace only served to tease Claire Sinclair to the point of utter exhaustion, until she finally had to beg for mercy.
