Seth Sinclair licked and nibbled her ear. "Weren't you going to grant my wish?"
Lianne Lianne grasped his meaning, her face instantly flushing. "Can't your wish be a little more decent!"
"It can't." Seth Sinclair raised an eyebrow, leaning lazily against the back of the chair. "For your eyes only."
Lianne Lianne: "..."
'Who would want such a unique wish?'
Seth Sinclair's long fingers reached behind her, deftly unfastening her dress. As the fabric parted, her bare breasts fell into his palms.
Lianne Lianne indulged him, letting out a soft hum. "I don't... I don't have one."
Seth Sinclair stretched out an arm and grabbed the shopping bag from the workbench—the one from the store earlier. He pulled out a small square box and stuffed it into her hand.
Lianne Lianne lowered her gaze, slightly surprised. "You just bought this?"
Seth Sinclair kissed his way down from her ear, his voice low, magnetic, and bewitching. "Mhm."
