VALTOR

Shit. I regretted not bringing her here sooner before the damned rain started. Now Winter’s maid’s dress was soaked through, clinging to every curve it should have concealed.

Her lips trembled as she looked at me. Whether from the cold or from fear, I couldn’t tell. But the sight of her flushed face, the wet fabric molding to her body, sent blood surging hot and fast to my cock.

“The bathroom is there,” I jerked my chin toward the door. “You can take off those wet ...