A slow, deliberate strip begins—shoulder straps sliding down, lace slipping away, piece by piece until she’s nothing but temptation in the dim light. But she’s not alone. He watches from the bed, eyes dark, breathing uneven, fingers twitching like he’s barely holding himself back.
And when Sara finally saunters forward, crawling over him with a wicked little smile? Oh, she knows—this night is about to get deliciously wild.
XOXO Ashleigh
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