Nathan's POV
This time, she’s seated on the bench inside the changing room, one leg tucked under her, the other slightly outstretched. The lingerie is midnight blue, almost black, with sheer panels across the cups and stomach. A caged strap design curves over her chest, joining at the collar with a ring that gleams under the changing room light. Her thighs are hugged by garter straps again, more decorative this time, but no less commanding.
And the way she’s looking at the mirror, just slightly off-camera, not smiling but not shy either, it hits something inside me that isn’t just lust. It’s hunger, yes, but it’s also protective. She’s giving herself to us in stages, and she trusts that we’ll handle her right.
I turn my head and look across the table at Theo, who’s still staring down at
