A Night of Desire

"So, I’m begging you, please just agree to let me go back to the film set tomorrow. Besides, the only reason I want to wrap up filming sooner is so I can spend more time with you. Once it’s done, I can be with you all day, right?"

When Clara finished speaking, she pouted slightly and looked at him with wide, expectant eyes.

Aside from thinking her last point was very reasonable, what Seth Quinn found most impossible to refuse was her attitude. It was gentle with a touch of shyness, which in turn was laced with a charming coyness. He couldn’t bring himself to refuse her even if he wanted to.

So, he nodded hesitantly, figuring it was just as she said—a way for them to be together day and night sooner.

Seeing him nod, Clara was overjoyed and felt a little smug. ’I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist my charm offensive.’

In her excitement, she forgot her shyness and planted a kiss on his lips. "Seth, thank you."

Before she could even finish celebrating, Seth pressed in and captured her lips, murmuring indistinctly, "My girl, just saying thank you isn’t enough."

Clara had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do, because she could clearly feel the fiery passion radiating from him.

But she still asked softly, a bit uncertain, "Then what would be enough?"

Seth’s lips left hers, traveled across her cheek, and settled on her earlobe, which he gently took between them. He felt Clara’s whole body tremble as a low moan escaped her lips. He smiled in satisfaction, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something.

Clara instantly blushed to the tips of her ears. She put her hands up to push him away, but her arms were limp and powerless. Dodging his breath, she protested, "Don’t... Yesterday, we already... several times..."

"Haven’t I told you before? It’s because it’s you that I can never get enough." Seth stared at her red ears, finding them unbelievably sexy and alluring. His throat tightened as he asked, "Are you still sore... down there?"

Clara subconsciously shook her head, then nodded, but after nodding, she shook her head again.

’After sleeping for so long, it didn’t seem to hurt anymore. But that wasn’t what she was worried about. She was worried about Seth’s physical condition. His injuries had only just healed. What if his body couldn’t take it if he kept indulging himself with such abandon?’

Seth was taken aback by her constant nodding and shaking of her head. He let out a slightly frustrated chuckle. "So does it hurt or not?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore," Clara said timidly. "But I’m worried..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Seth’s lips had already sealed hers, stopping her words.

After a deep, lingering kiss, Clara was left utterly dazed. Seth pulled away for a moment, his eyes locked on her. "Since it doesn’t hurt anymore, then there’s nothing to worry about. Think about it—tomorrow we’ll be apart again for a while. Shouldn’t we seize the time we have to be intimate? Wouldn’t it be a waste of this beautiful moment otherwise?"

Before Clara could even react, he leaned in and pressed her down, and they both tumbled onto the large, soft bed.

...

「The next day」

Seth was true to his word. He had Chase Childs come over early to take Clara Grant back to the film set.

Clara had originally told Seth not to come, wanting him to rest at home. She said having Chase Childs drive her was enough, but Seth insisted on tagging along, so she just let him.

When they arrived at the studio, it was still quite a while before the afternoon shoot. Clara told Seth to go home, but he insisted on waiting until her afternoon scene was done filming. With no other choice, Clara took Seth back to her hotel room.

They went upstairs and got out of the elevator. Before they even reached her room door, the door to Faye Jennings’s room up ahead suddenly opened. Two police officers walked out, followed by Faye Jennings.