Lorenzo

Eva held my briefcase in her hand, a sly smile spreading across her face as she drew nearer. "Found your patient gown in the other ward," she said, her voice husky with desire, sending a cold feeling down my ribs.

With her in front of me, I couldn't help but drink in every detail of her appearance, my eyes roaming over her body as if committing it to memory. Her lips, full and inviting, begged to be kissed, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her skin glowed with an irresistible allure that made my fingers itch to touch her. I yearned to lick every inch of her, to kiss...