REINA
The morning light spilled into the bedroom, soft and golden, yet my skin still tingled from the way I had come so hard last night. I could still feel the ache between my thighs, the lingering pulse of pleasure that made even the air feel warmer against my skin.
I had slept with a smile, and I woke up with it still there, stretching lazily across my lips.
Paolo stood at the dresser, buttoning his shirt. He hadn’t said much since he woke up this morning, only offering me the occasional glance through the mirror.
My reflection betrayed me—cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen, eyes holding that satisfied shine I couldn’t hide. And my dress… well, I had chosen it deliberately.
Red short dress that hugged my body in all the right places, a little too sexy for something as simple
