Honey stepped into Grayson's bedroom, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She knew exactly what was coming. The moment the door closed behind them, the air between them changed, charged with unspoken promises.

"Strip," Grayson commanded, his voice low and controlled. "Everything off."

She met his gaze, a small defiant smile playing at her lips as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slide from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Her skirt followed, then her bra. She hesitated at ...