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 her panties.
"Those too," he growled. "I want you completely bare. Now."
Honey slipped them down her legs, now standing naked before him while he remained fully clothed. The power imbalance sent a delicious thrill down her spine.
"Come here," Grayson beckoned with his fingers, sitting on the edge of
