Chapter 52

His voice was as intoxicating as his words. Since he attempted the first and was successful the first time, he did it again without any hindrance. She pulled him away from herself. Her heart was pounding so fast that Clayton could hear—or so she thought.

“Heyy… I’m sorry about the dinner. I was just being cautious.” He tried to make her see reasons to give in. “I have never felt this was for anyone.” He pulled her by the waist, pressing her breast on his chest.

Ruth was one to be easily tricked by sweet words; since Mark, she knew what to and what not to fall for. No, she tried to resist him, but her lips already met his. He was kissing her, and there was no way she could get out of that, which she needed badly. He was the best kisser she came across. How skillful and tender he treated her lips like a priceless and fragile good.

She was so close to him that she felt his erect manhood on her vagina. The strawberry-flavored lipstick on her lips melted on his. He want