Serena’s POV
“I wanted to look pretty,” I told him as I looked at my reflection.
He’s got both hands on my breasts now, cupping them, drawing his thumbs back and forth across the front of my bodice. “I always think you look pretty and hot since the day I set my eyes on you in the club.”
I tilt my head back until I’m resting it on his shoulder, my gaze still on the mirror as Daniel molds my breasts with his hands.
My body aches, that delicious throb between my thighs increasing in tempo with every touch.
His mouth is on my neck, his teeth and tongue, and I hiss out a breath when he bites my earlobe.
“Are you watching us in the mirror?” he murmurs in my ear.
I nod, not even embarrassed.
“Sassy girl.” His voice rings with approval and there’s no containing the smile that spreads acros
