An Affair With My Ex

Abby trembled as he commanded her to undress, his fierce gaze igniting flames beneath her skin. She unbuttoned her white shirt slowly, savoring each moment under his watchful eye. "Don't rush," he whispered, his voice a dangerous caress as he settled into his seat. When her hands reached for her bra hook, he stopped her mid-motion. "Stop. Stay exactly where you are," he demanded, his presence overwhelming the space between them. He painted vivid images in her mind—his hands tracing her curves, his touch consuming her completely as she surrendered to him. As her bra fell away, desire coursed through her veins, leaving her breathless and aching for him. He was intoxicating, irresistible, utterly masterful in his possession of her.