Lucian
I stepped into the room, dropped the file onto the couch, and headed straight for the bedroom—and everything else vanished.
Mara.
She was spread across the bed in black lace lingerie, tied loosely, deliberately, like a gift meant just for me. The suspender belt, the garters… it was a vision crafted to destroy all coherent thought.
Whatever conversation I had with my father—gone. Just like that.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, voice low and thick with need. Her eyes, dark with lust, locked onto mine.
Was her heat coming? Maybe. Or maybe this was just her—unapologetic, wild, mine.
I stripped, tossing my shirt and shorts aside, and opened the drawer for her G-spot stimulator. Then I linked Austin.
Bring whipped cream. Now. Leave it outside the door. And no one comes i
