Roland’s breath hitched as the zipper came down fully.
The soft fabric of Leah’s dress slipped off her shoulders, gliding down her toned body like silk over bronze.
He leaned back just enough to take her in, and froze.
Leah lay bare before him in nothing but her tiny, lacy black panties. Her chocolate-toned skin was radiant, glowing under the muted club lights.
She was slim but sculpted from all her training. Her flat stomach boasted subtle, defined abs. Her waist tapered into a perfect hourglass and her hips flared into full glutes.
But it was her full, H cup breasts, bare now under his gaze, that made his throat go dry.
Roland stared like she was something sacred.
“f*****g hell…” he breathed. “You’re… unbelievable.”
She smirked, biting her lip at the awe in his eyes. “Like wha
