No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 455

"Listen here, you little punk, you think you can steal my girl while I'm sloshed? Not on my watch!"

With a swift movement, Ian pulled Clara, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, right into his embrace and planted a kiss on her lips without hesitation.

Clara immediately started pounding on his chest. "Ian, you're plastered. Cut it out, will ya? Orin's still here."

Ian seemed deaf to her protests, showering her face with relentless kisses. Orin's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight.

Clara was frightened and quickly said, "Orin, go sleep with your folks. It's way past your bedtime. I will play with you tomorrow."

Though clearly reluctant, Orin eventually left the room, glancing back every few steps.

Once the door shut, Ian's pecking kisses grew deeper. His tongue, heavy with the scent of whiskey, slipped into Clara's mouth unexpectedly, turning what began as a simple, passionate kiss into something more sensual.

Clara's dress somehow found its way to the floor, and Ian, with bloodshot eyes and a fervent breath, kissed her with reckless abandon. Every hot, moist touch of his lips sent shivers down her spine, eliciting soft moans that echoed in the room. These sounds sent shivers through Ian, igniting his blood.

With a 'click,' Clara heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. She snapped back to reality. Her hands were tangled in Ian's dark hair, and she whispered weakly, "Ian, don't mess around. You could hurt the baby."

Ian nibbled on her earlobe. His voice, already deep and seductive, turned rough with intoxication as if he were a siren luring her into temptation. "Darling, I won't go all the way."