The lobster was succulent, the Merlot rich and velvety, but the meal was merely a prelude to the main event. With each passing moment, the tension between them grew, the air thick with unspoken promises and untapped desire. When the dessert plates were cleared, Don leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers.
"It's time," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a thrill through Layla. She nodded, her heart racing as he led her back to the elevator, his hand firm on the small of her back. The ride to the suite was filled with anticipation, the quiet hum of the elevator a stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging within her.
When they entered the suite, Emma was already there, waiting on her knees by the bed. Her eyes widened when she saw Layla, a mix of excitement a
