Chapter 88 Dinner

• The adrenalin rush they got from sparring made them impulsive. Baz and Clara kissed each other roughly like they were still dueling. He picked her up to carry her to his bed, but when she wrapped her legs around him, he almost lost reason. He wanted to take her right there on the floor, almost forgetting where they were. The need to possess her right now was consuming him. And as he came up for air, he remembered they were in his office.
• ‘This is what you do to me. You drive me insane all the time, and I can’t get enough of you,’ he helped get herself back on her feet. His hand was on her bare breast and her shirt unbuttoned to her navel. How that happened in such a short time baffled both of them. So he buttoned her shirt up to bring back the semblance of normalcy.
• ‘We should do this somewhere private, where I can take all of this off, and not worry if we are making an x-rated movie for everyone to see. People will watch us in HD,’ He chuckled as he tried to remember if there were any cameras that might have caught them making out. The camera was behind him, so it captured little of what they were doing. ‘Thank God? I don’t think the camera’s caught anything.’ He smiled his naughty teenager smile, the one that always made her heart skip a beat. ‘So handsome,’ she thought, not listening to reason. The need that flowed in his veins was in hers too, and though what he said was true, she just wanted to be with him again.