Caleb Sterling just lightly touched her pouting lips like a dragonfly skimming the surface, his voice hoarse and uninhibited as he leaned in again, a deep murmur echoing in Sierra Summers' mind like a whisper, "My little minx, Cecilia…"
What other words remained naturally vanished between the two of them.
…
Sierra Summers could feel it; the man's aura was more intimidating than usual, even though they were close, with her sitting on Caleb Sterling's lap, it truly felt different.
Some atmospheres and feelings, Sierra Summers couldn't explain.
She didn't even notice that as she was pressed down, lying on the table, she accidentally knocked over a glass of fruit wine, spilling it all while Caleb Sterling's eyes and heart were entirely wrapped around Sierra Summers, not caring about such things.
For the first time, Sierra Summers clearly faced Caleb Sterling's possessiveness towards her, and his forceful side that was quite startling.
