Lila barely made it through dinner with Damien. Every innocent brush of his hand under the table, every lingering look, had her thighs clenched tight, her pussy still throbbing and leaking from the day’s earlier sins. By the time they reached his sleek, modern apartment, the tension between them was thick enough to choke on.

Damien didn’t rush.

He poured them both a glass of wine, then slowly backed her against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the glittering city. His hands explored her body with deliberate patience — sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts through her blouse, thumbs circling her stiff nipples until she was whimpering.

“You have no idea...