Madayanti sat close, closer than strictly necessary, her thigh pressing lightly against his, the heat of her body noticeable even through the layers of cloth.
Jake could feel the soft fullness of her against him, the subtle shift of her plumpy figure as she turned toward him, and he could smell her, a faint, comforting scent of jasmine and rain-damp skin that made his arousal stir almost immediately.
His perverted mind, ever attuned to the mature beauty of women like her, noted every detail: the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the soft curve of her belly, and the generous width of her hips that promised comfort and passion in equal measure.
She was exactly the kind of woman he had come to crave most in this world.
Jake said, "First let me ask you a question and after that, you can ask me anything."
Madayanti pursed her lips and nodded her.
