The faint glow of city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lavish penthouse. Nadia adjusted her shimmering silver dress, the fabric clinging perfectly to her curves as though it had been sculpted just for her.
My eyes betrayed me, drifting down to her boobs. Fuck. I had always wanted to touch them, feel their weight, and lose myself in the softness. She wore an armless gown, dangerously short, with a plunging V-neck that left very little to the imagination. Her boobs spilled generously, teasing me with their fullness. She noticed my gaze, caught me staring, and instead of pulling away, she bit her lips-her eyes daring me to act.DA