"I... I think I'll go take a shower." With that, Claire Sinclair started toward the bathroom.
Adrian Quincy wrapped an arm around her slender waist and whispered in her ear, "Claire, I want a taste."
"A t-taste of what?" Claire Sinclair's body stiffened. A sense of foreboding washed over her, but at the same time, a thrilling sensation spread through her.
Adrian Quincy kissed her earlobe. "A taste of you... just like this."
"No..."
"Claire, I've missed you so much this month. Didn't you miss me?"
"I did!" Claire Sinclair replied without a second thought.
A slight smile played on Adrian Quincy's lips. "If you missed me, then give me you."
"..." 'That's such a dirty trick!'
Just as Claire Sinclair turned to protest, his lips came crashing down on hers.
'Forget it. I'll let him have his way.'
...
After a night of passionate entanglement, Claire Sinclair was thoroughly exhausted and nearly overslept.
