Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 646

After Tara left, Clara poured herself another glass of fruit wine.

She didn’t really care about whatever the guys were talking about. Their conversation faded into the background as she drifted off into her own thoughts.

By the time Dylan called her name, she’d already downed five glasses. Her eyes were a little glassy, her mind floating.

He reached over, gently catching her wrist and taking the empty glass from her hand, setting it down on the coffee table. His tone was gentle.

“I look away for a second and you drink this much?”

A glass or two of that sweet wine was no big deal, but five? That stuff would hit her hard in a few minutes.

Clara slumped back against the sofa, her cheeks warm and rosy. She heard him talking to her and tried to sit up, but her limbs felt like jelly. She pushed herself up too quickly and ended up tumbling right into his lap, bumping her nose hard against his chest. The sting brought tears to her eyes.

Dylan looked down, just as she tilted her head up. Her eyes were bright with tears.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. He brushed his hand up the side of her neck, tilted her chin, and kissed her.

Across the room, Jackson was chatting with Richard when he noticed Nicholas’s face turn beet red. He followed Nicholas’s gaze—and his own glass slipped from his hand, smashing on the floor.

Wine splashed everywhere, filling the private lounge with its sweet scent.

Richard frowned, confused by the sudden commotion. He looked over, and when he saw Dylan—usually the picture of restraint—kissing Clara like he couldn’t get enough of her, he squeezed his own glass until it shattered in his hand.

This was the first time any of them had seen Dylan lose control—at least in front of them.

Clara barely had time to breathe. She turned her head to catch her breath, but Dylan’s hand was already on her chin, pulling her back in for more.

Their voices sounded soft and hazy in the dim light of the lounge.

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