Seth Quinn's lips curved into a wicked smile. Clara Grant had never seen him smile like that before. Although it looked infuriatingly smug, she couldn't deny that when he smiled like that, he was truly... even more captivating.
"Woman, you won't know if it's broken until you try it."
Seth Quinn's slightly husky voice pulled Clara Grant back to her senses. Only then did she realize she had been staring at him for so long.
Hearing him say something so suggestive, her face flushed red again, and she subconsciously bit her lip. Her lips were naturally crimson, and biting them made them look even more succulent and inviting.
The sight made Seth Quinn's mind race with desire, and he grew impatient. He leaned in to kiss her, but Clara Grant pushed him away.
"Try what? We're in a car, on a public road!"
Clara Grant's voice was tense and exasperated. 'This man! Can't he be a little more discreet?'
"Hmm, so you mean we should try again when we get home?"
