Leah pulled Troy’s shirt from his trousers, their eyes chained in a heated stare that filled the room with an intense s****l tension.
One by one, she undid Troy’s shirt buttons, each one like a prize more worthy than the last as she tiptoed. “First thing you taught me was to worship my lover’s body,” she whispered, her lips glossing over his collarbone.
His tone chest heaved unrhythmically as Leah used light feathery touches to skim over the skin and under his opened blouse.
With his hooded gaze pinned on Leah's every move, he watched intently as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, exposing his entire upper body to her view. “You also said, never be afraid to say what I want.”
Troy groaned, his eyes falling shut as his head fell back, overcome by Leah's seductive tone. “And what do
