Looks good, right?”

She swallowed hard, her hands balling into fists. He slid them off, the silk whispering against his skin, and set them aside, his fingers lingering on the texture.

Linda shuffled in then, the door creaking open, her slim frame clad in boxers and a loose t-shirt, her short hair spiking wild from a brief nap. Maybe a blazer, too, for good measure.”

She rolled her eyes, stabbing her chicken harder than needed, but the smirk lingered,Fucked a quiet amusement softening her edge. “Like this?” he asked, his voice gentle, turning to show her the form, his abs flexing as he held the peak.