A succession of questions echoed in her mind, simultaneously reminding her that the man before her eyes was not Clayton Howard. What on earth was she doing?
Regaining her senses, Camila Walker instinctively raised her hand, intending to push away the man in front of her.
Yet as she made contact with the taste on her lips, Lewis Harrison kissed her deeper and deeper, as if an invisible force was drawing him in, leaving him somewhat unable to extricate himself and even less willing to let go.
This taste... it seemed familiar to him.
"Mmm—let—"
As she tried to resist, her attempt to speak gave Lewis Harrison the chance to explore her mouth.
"Mmm—"
Thinking of Clayton Howard, Camila Walker's mind was filled with a sense of guilt, as she tried to push away the man in her arms.
But, frustratingly, the man's strong arms were pressing down on her, rendering her immobile. Between their lips was no chance to speak!