By the time Seth Quinn finally settled down, three or four hours had passed. The action had also moved from the living room sofa to the bed in the upstairs bedroom.
Clara Grant lay sprawled on the bed, shaking her exhausted hands. She thought with a hint of complaint, 'Taking care of a man is exhausting. Taking care of a man who's been abstinent for ages and is finally breaking his dry spell is even *more* exhausting!'
Since he couldn't touch her in that one place, the man had just vigorously tormented every other part of her.
They had actually, truly done it once just two months ago, yet his vigor made it seem like he hadn't touched a woman in decades.
She was dead tired, but Seth Quinn looked completely refreshed and full of energy.
Clara Grant watched him, feeling both frustrated and confused. 'Aren't men supposed to look pale and listless after overindulging?'
