The silence in the bedroom was broken only by the hum of the air conditioning and the frantic, shallow beat of Jessica’s heart. She was a still, naked silhouette beneath the minimal light, waiting for the inevitable.
The door clicked open.
Alex didn't bother with a word. He stepped inside, his eyes immediately finding her form on the bed. He carried the atmosphere of the living room with him, cool, professional, and entirely focused on the task at hand. His gaze held no tenderness, only possession.
He walked to the foot of the bed and, without breaking eye contact, began to undress. The expensive fabric of his black shirt was peeled away, revealing the chiseled structure of his chest and shoulders. His movements were efficient, unhurried, yet completely lacking in ceremony. The black jo
