A flick of lace, the brush of fingertips against silk, and suddenly, the power dynamic shifted. Sara may have lost the bet, but as she found herself pressed between fine satin sheets and a firm, demanding touch, she couldn’t help but wonder… had she truly lost at all? His voice was low, teasing, as hands traced the very uniform that had marked her as his for the day. A breath, a smirk, and soon the role of maid was the last thing on her mind. When the night is long and the stakes are high, surrender doesn’t always mean defeat—it just means you’ve found a new game to play. 😘
XOXO Ashleigh
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