"Cecilia..." Caleb Sterling's voice was husky and low, yet irresistibly sexy, with an indescribable magnetism that immediately drew the attention of the inebriated Sierra Summers.
She immediately looked up, her eyes hazy and dependent, gazing at Caleb Sterling, "Hmm? I'm here? What's up? Caleb Sterling, are you going to dress me? Bad man..."
In Sierra Summers' eyes was a trace of spring, misty and wet, her lips were beautiful, and even calling him a bad man sounded delightful.
Caleb Sterling restrained himself to the utmost as he placed a light kiss on Sierra Summers' forehead, then immediately withdrew, coaxing her: "Cecilia, be good, mm? I'll help you put your clothes on, don't move, alright?"
"Mm! I'm super obedient! I won't move!" Sierra Summers obediently held her breath, and her eyes seemed to stop time, remaining utterly still, not even blinking.
