An action, without a doubt, was a small spark, instantly igniting the heated air.
Ethan Laurent hooked his arms around her waist, pressing her body against his, leaned in, and kissed her.
Tonight, Summer Ford was unusually passionate, whatever he did to her, she did not reject.
The dishes on the dining table were pushed aside with a clatter, Ethan pushed her towards the hollow white-patterned table...
Summer Ford let him do whatever he wanted from beginning to end, did not protest, nor stop him, and didn't even make a sound when she felt uncomfortable.
She only handed him the wine glass from time to time.
Tonight she mixed a special bottle of wine, which was practically finished by Ethan Laurent alone.
Red wine, white wine, mixed with various foreign liquors.
Mixed drinks are the easiest to get drunk...
When it was over, Ethan Laurent's head was already very dizzy, he embraced Summer Ford, and directly fell asleep in the room of the yacht...
