As if he had it memorized at the back of his head, John unhooked the bra strapped on Marie's back with ease. He peeled it off her body and threw it into a corner. Their gazes were locked, not taking their eyes off each other, they took their clothes off till they had nothing on left.

As Maria retreated, her movements seemed to draw John in even further, his gaze fixated on her every contour. The tension in the room was palpable, John's breath hitched as his eyes traced the curves of her body, each detail seemingly etched into his memory. His pulse quickened as he took in the sight...