The moment I heard his footsteps descending the iron stairs, I locked my gaze onto him, letting my lips part into a slow, provocative smile.

Sullivan reached the bottom step, his expression unreadable, his icy blue eyes fixed on me. I tiptoed over to him, sliding my fingers into his hand. He didn't pull away.

I guided him across the stone floor, pressing him down onto the couch in the center of the room. "Are you ready for your show, Master Sullivan?" I purred, trailing my fingers over his broad chest.

I unbuttoned his top and slid it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

The sight of...