The request hung in the air, raw and unfiltered, and I felt a flush creep up my neck, but I did not look away, my body already responding to the idea, my nipples hardening under the lace of my dress.

Richard’s eyes widened, shock flashing across his face as he sat back, his mouth opening slightly before he closed it again.

He stared at me for a long moment, his breathing deepening, and I could see the conflict in his expression, surprise mixed with a darkening desire that made his pupils dilate.

“Elena… what? Are you serious? I mean, you’re my son’s fiancée, and today of all days…” He trailed...