Anderson's POV
Lying on my bed, I let out a deep, satisfied chuckle, still buzzing from the call with Sarah.
She thought she could resist me? Adorable. The way her voice had wavered, the unspoken tension crackling between us—it was intoxicating. I had her exactly where I wanted her, and she knew it too.
My mind drifted back to the river when she pulled my shirt over her nearly bare body—only her panties remaining—as she changed out of her dress to join me in the water, completely unaware of my hungry gaze.
The sight of her reflection in the water had nearly ruined me. Her curves were nothing short of mesmerising and tempting—an hourglass figure that begged to be traced. Her breasts, full and impossibly firm, teased my imagination, making me ache to cup them, to feel their warmth before
