After dinner, Claudia Ross lounged lazily in Wyatt Perry's embrace, her little hand pinching his chin, "Wyatt, do you think Nana and Jayden could make it work?"
"I don't know."
Wyatt Perry wasn't in the mood to talk about other people's affairs.
His lips moved over Claudia's body, igniting little sparks of flame.
He just loved kissing her, never getting enough of it each day, more addictive than opium.
Wyatt Perry was addicted to Claudia Ross, with no remedy in sight.
"Oh, stop that..." Claudia covered his mouth, frowning as she said, "I'm dying of boredom staying at home all day. I'm going back to work at the office on Monday, and you should too. Stop working from home!"
"Fine," Wyatt Perry's face was taut, "Help me one more time."
"No, not again..."
Her hand was still sore. Today, her hand trembled just holding a cup.
"I'm uncomfortable." For that sort of thing, Wyatt Perry actually acted coquettishly, leaning on Claudia's chest.