~Aaron~

I’d never seen anything more sensual than a blindfolded woman swaying to a rhythm only she could hear.

Joan’s hips moved in lazy, deliberate circles, her hands gliding down her body as if savoring every inch of herself. She turned slowly, her movements hypnotic, while I sat perched on the edge of my bed, hard as stone and completely captivated.

The red dress she wore hugged every curve, a second skin that left little to the imagination. The thought of Matthew’s eyes raking over ...