Damian Fairchild's expression instantly turned so dark, it looked like it could drip ink.
Seeing this, Seraphina Quinn quickly shoved him. "Mr. Fairchild, if you don't stop, is your Mrs. Fairchild going to catch you in the act?"
Damian Fairchild pushed her legs apart. "Wouldn't this be even more exciting, Miss Quinn?"
Seraphina Quinn was completely overwhelmed. Her breathing grew heavy, and beads of sweat from her forehead trickled down her cheeks, splashing onto her full breasts.
The sight of her was so sensual that Damian Fairchild couldn't bear to wait another second.
He lowered his head, and just as his mouth closed over the softness he craved, Elise York's agitated voice came from outside the door again:
"Damian Fairchild, I know you're in there! If you don't open this door right now, I'm calling your father!" She paused. "He's in the teahouse right next door!"
Finally, Elise York's words made Damian Fairchild stop.
