A Night of Desire

A tingling, numbing sensation spread from her tongue. Clara Grant blinked, staring at him blankly.

A moment later, Seth Quinn looked up at her. Seeing her dazed expression, his lips curled in amusement and he teased, "Clara, you’re drooling."

Clara Grant quickly pulled her tongue back into her mouth and wiped the corner of her lips, only to realize she’d been had.

Her face flushed red as she shot him a mock glare. "You’re the one who’s drooling."

Seth Quinn’s smile widened. "So? Does your tongue still hurt?"

Clara Grant focused on the sensation for a moment. It seemed like it really didn’t hurt anymore, leaving only that earlier tingling feeling.

She looked at Seth Quinn in pleasant surprise. "Hey, after you licked it a few times, it really doesn’t hurt anymore."

Clara Grant was so wrapped up in her surprise that she didn’t realize how risqué her words sounded, or how easily they could be misinterpreted.

Sure enough, Seth Quinn’s gaze instantly turned suggestive. He gave a seductive smile and said, "Is that so? I guess my tongue has healing powers. In that case, how about I help you with the pain... down there, too?" As he spoke, his eyes deliberately slid down from her face.

Clara Grant didn’t understand what "down there" he meant at first, but when she saw where his gaze finally settled, her pretty face instantly flushed crimson. "You—you, you... you pervert!"

Seeing her flustered state, Seth Quinn remained unhurried. He said with a smile, "It’s just a bit of fun between a husband and wife. What’s so perverted about that?"

Clara Grant knew she couldn’t win this kind of argument against him. Her eyes darted about as she stammered, trying to change the subject, "I... I want to drink... some water."

Seth Quinn knew she was only changing the subject because she was shy, but he immediately turned to pour her a glass of water anyway.

Clara Grant took the glass he handed her and chugged it down without a second thought.

Seth Quinn frowned, saying worriedly, "Slow down. You’ll choke if you drink that fast..."

But before the words were even out of his mouth, Clara Grant really did start choking and coughing.

Seth Quinn quickly leaned over to pat her back. ’When did I become such a jinx?’

Clara Grant coughed for what felt like an eternity before she finally stopped. She turned and glared at him, saying irritably, "This is all your fault! If you hadn’t said such... such lewd things, I wouldn’t have needed to drink water in the first place! And even then, you just had to jinx me by saying I would choke! See? I really choked!"

Seth Quinn didn’t argue in the slightest, simply nodding and admitting his mistake with utmost sincerity. "Yes, yes, you’re right. It’s all my fault. My bad."

Seeing him so quick to take the blame, Clara Grant didn’t know whether to be angry or amused. She shoved the cup she was holding into his hands and picked up her fork to resume eating her instant noodles.

After a couple of delicious mouthfuls, Clara Grant’s anger had completely vanished. With a look of pure satisfaction, she swallowed another large bite before looking at Seth Quinn. "I never would’ve guessed that a big-shot CEO like you would keep instant noodles at home!"

Seth Quinn lifted a forkful of noodles, glanced at her, and said nonchalantly, "What’s so strange about it? I eat it sometimes when I don’t have time for a proper meal."

"Hmm, I guess that means big CEOs aren’t so different from us regular folks," Clara Grant chuckled, her mouth full of noodles.

Seth Quinn took an elegant bite of noodles and glanced at her. "You’re the CEO’s wife now, not a regular person."

Clara Grant was unfazed. "What’s so great about being the CEO’s wife? I’m still eating instant noodles, aren’t I?"

"If you’d rather have abalone, shark’s fin, or bird’s nest soup, that’s not a problem either."

"No, thanks. Right now, as far as I’m concerned, nothing tastes better than this bowl of instant noodles..."

The two of them chatted as they finished their noodles. Seth Quinn went out to throw away the trash. Full and satisfied, Clara Grant was no longer sleepy, but remembering Seth’s lewd comment earlier, she worried that a full belly might give him ideas. She quickly lay down and pretended to be asleep.

But in the end, her pretense gave way to reality, and she actually fell asleep.