Simon Reed couldn’t shake the heat that had pooled in his stomach ever since the phone call with Olivia.
The memory of her voice, breathless and teasing, reverberated through his mind. The image of her in that red lingerie—tight, seductive, and barely contained—was still vivid, like a burning desire he couldn’t extinguish. His body had reacted to it in a way that was both thrilling and unsettling.
He let out a quiet breath, trying to refocus his mind. The phone call had stirred something inside him—something he wasn’t sure he wanted to confront.
The thought of Olivia, and the idea of her coming in that lingerie, played on repeat in his mind. What he wouldn't give to be with her and taste her pink and tight p***y.
The voice of his assistant cut through his thoughts, making him look u
