Water gathered at the edge of the bathrobe, trickling down in small streams that ran through his black slippers. His perfectly tailored pants, now wet, had darkened in color, droplets falling from the hem and creating tiny splashes on the floor.
Her long legs trembled, and her feet, painted in vivid red, curled tightly. The sound of the water mixed with the low hum of desire, forming a melody all its own.
Jack released her hands, but his intense gaze stayed fixed on her flushed face. His voice was husky, “Did he ever touch you like this?”
This time, Ruby didn’t answer. Jack bent one leg, slipping it between hers, leaving her with nowhere to escape. Through the thin fabric of his trousers, she could feel his presence.
His dark eyes held hers, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone,
