Letting out a deep, unsteady breath, Logan slowly opened his eyes… and the sight that greeted him made his cock twitch hard inside his pants.
Evelyn was lying on her stomach on the wide hotel chair, completely naked, her mature body stretched out before him like a forbidden feast he wasn't supposed to devour.
The soft golden light of the room caressed her pale, flawless skin, highlighting every lush curve and making the faint trails of shimmering Heaven's Origin Nectar glisten like liquid silk along her legs.
Her long, slender legs were slightly parted at the ankles but pressed together at the thighs in nervous modesty, the smooth, toned flesh glowing warmly.
The muscles in her calves flexed subtly with tension, leading up to thick, soft thighs that looked incredibly inviting — the kind of mature thickness that jiggled just a little when she shifted.
A single glistening drop of the nectar had already slid down the inside of one thigh, tracing a slow, teasing path toward the hidden warmth between her legs.
His gaze moved hungrily upward, savoring every inch. Her hips flared out into wide, womanly curves that screamed pure femininity, the full, round globes of her ass rising proudly from the chair.
They were perfect — plump, firm yet deliciously soft, with that natural, heavy bounce that made his palms ache to grab them.
The cheeks were pale and smooth, slightly parted just enough from her position to give him a tantalizing hint of the shadowed valley between them and the barest glimpse of her smooth, puffy pussy lips peeking from underneath, already glistening with the faintest trace of unwilling moisture.
Above that, her waist dipped in sharply, creating a mouth-watering hourglass shape even from behind — narrow and elegant, flaring out again into those generous hips.
Her back was a graceful arch of smooth, unblemished skin, the subtle ridge of her spine leading up between her shoulder blades, where her dark hair spilled messily across her shoulders and the chair like a dark waterfall.
The muscles along her back tensed and relaxed with every quick, nervous breath she took, causing the lush cheeks of her ass to clench and relax in the most hypnotic rhythm.
A deep, rosy flush had started at the back of her neck and was slowly spreading downward, painting her shoulders and the elegant line of her back with warm color.
Her hands were clenched into tight fists beside her head, knuckles white, nails digging into the fabric of the chair as she fought the overwhelming urge to cover herself or pull away.
Every tiny shift of her body made her ass jiggle softly, the flesh rippling in a way that sent a fresh surge of heat straight to Logan's groin.
She looked so vulnerable like this — a beautiful widow lying face-down and naked, her thick ass presented to him, her thighs trembling, her body already betraying her with that subtle, slick sheen between her legs.
Just days after her husband's death, and here she was, letting a younger man stare at her most private curves, all for the sake of revenge.
The sight made Logan's mouth go dry and his cock throb painfully against his clothes. Heat flooded his veins as he imagined sliding his hands over those plump ass cheeks, spreading them apart, watching her pussy lips part and glisten even more.
He wanted to knead that soft flesh until it turned red under his fingers.
He wanted to hear her try to stifle those moans while he rubbed the "nectar" slowly between her thighs, teasing closer and closer to her dripping entrance.
His hand, still resting lightly against her back, felt the faint shift of her muscles as she tensed ever so slightly.
Evelyn didn't move.
But she knew.
She could feel it.
That subtle change in the air.
That almost imperceptible pause.
Her fingers tightened slightly where they rested, her nails pressing faintly into her own skin as a wave of awareness crept through her.
"You… opened your eyes, didn't you…?"
Her voice came out quieter than before, steadier on the surface, but with a faint tremor underneath that she couldn't fully suppress.
Logan didn't answer immediately.
For once, he had no prepared line.
No smooth lie ready to slip out.
Because for a brief moment—
He had genuinely been caught.
"…I needed to adjust the application," he said finally, his tone returning to that same calm, measured rhythm, as if nothing had happened.
But the delay had already said enough.
Evelyn's lips pressed together.
Her eyes remained closed, but her expression shifted slightly, something more complicated flickering across her face.
Embarrassment. Awareness.
And something else she refused to name.
"…just finish quickly," she said, turning her face slightly to the side.
Her voice carried restraint now. Not rejection. Not acceptance either.
Something in between.
Logan exhaled slowly, regaining control.
Then his hand moved again.
More deliberate this time.
The oil spread smoothly across her skin, his movements slower, more intentional as he traced along the lines of her back, down toward her waist, then upward again in steady, controlled motions.
A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped Evelyn's throat before she could bite it back.
She was already getting wetter.
And Logan knew — he wasn't going to be able to stay professional for much longer.
His fingers continued their slow, deliberate work, spreading the warm, shimmering nectar across the elegant curve of her lower back and the upper swell of her plump ass cheeks.
Each stroke made the soft flesh ripple gently under his palm, the oil leaving a glossy sheen that caught the golden light and made her skin look almost edible.
He could feel the heat pouring off her body now, the way her muscles kept tensing and relaxing in little waves every time his hand drifted dangerously close to the cleft between her cheeks.
Evelyn's breathing had grown shallower, quicker.
Her fists stayed clenched beside her head, but her hips gave the faintest, unconscious little shift against the chair — just enough for her thick thighs to rub together and for that glistening trail of nectar to slide even closer to her slick, puffy folds.
Logan swallowed hard, his cock aching painfully behind his zipper as he fought the urge to let his fingers dip lower, to spread her open and see just how betrayed her body really was.
After a few more long, teasing strokes, he finally let his hand rest lightly on the small of her back, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath the warm skin.
"I'm done with your back," he said, his voice low and slightly rougher than he intended. "The energy flow needs to circulate through your whole body… so you'll have to turn over now."
The words hung heavy in the quiet hotel room.
Evelyn went completely still.
For several long seconds, the only sound was the faint rhythm of their breathing and the distant hum of the city outside the window.
Her fingers dug harder into the fabric of the chair, knuckles turning white. A fresh, deeper flush crawled across the back of her neck and shoulders.
She didn't speak.
She didn't move.
But the tension in her body told Logan everything he needed to know — she had heard him. She understood what turning over would mean.
And she was struggling with it.