"I need a shower," she announced. Her tone was entirely conversational, completely detached from the fact that she was standing naked in her foyer with her pussy juices running down her thighs.
She turned her back to him and started down the wide, illuminated hallway. "You can take a tour of the house. Or you can join me."
Zaeryn watched her walk away. The recessed lighting tracked her progress, highlighting the sleek line of her spine, the sharp curve of her hips, and the confident, deliberate sway of her ass.
She moved with careless elegance even in her undressed state. She was stunning, completely, devastatingly stunning—and even though he'd just come harder than he had in months, his cock was already stirring again.
He should have been spent. Limp. Done.
