Maron
She looks f*****g stunning.
From the top of the grand staircase, I watch Mindy emerge from the sleek black car, looking like a vision in the dress I handpicked for her. The fabric clings to her curves like a second skin, offering tantalizing glimpses of the treasures concealed beneath. Each step she takes sends arousal through my body, igniting a fire that threatens to consume me from head to toe.
My woman.
The chauffeur escorts her to the foot of the stairs, and she begins her ascent. The soft click of her heels on marble echoes through the foyer, like a countdown to the moment when she'll be within my reach. It takes every shred of my hard-earned self-control to not bound down those steps, sweep her into my arms, and carry her straight to my bedroom where I can worship her bod
