Chapter 94: Impulse and Reason

Clara's sofa was massive, an Epean-style piece with a wooden base and back, with springy, plush leather cushions. Solid as a rock, it didn't creak under any weight. Half sprawled across it, Clara arched her hips high-a pose that stoked the heat under Mario Walton's skin and amped up his urge to take her. He laid her down and began peeling away her clothes, kissing her lips as he worked. With Nancy and Miley, things had been different. Even when they didn't push him away, their kisses stayed cool,...