CAMILLA RYDERA smile curved his lips as his gaze locked with mine, then drifted downward, slowly, deliberately, over the rise of my chest, pausing at the hard tips of my breasts beneath the thin sheet.His eyes lowered, then came back up to meet mine with a grin so wide, so reckless, it was as if he was already playing the scene out in his head.“I’d love to give that a try,” he said at last, his voice low, touched with hunger.I leaned in, close enough for my lips to graze his ear, my breath brushing against his skin.“First,” I whispered, “we both need a warm shower.”Leaning back on my knees, I slipped from the bed, catching his hand and tugging him with me. He didn’t argue, he didn’t need to. He just followed in silence, his presence a shadow pressed tight to mine as I led him toward the bathroom door.The room welcomed us with soft, misty light bouncing off marble tiles and a wall-length mirror that caught every angle, every curve. Chrome fixtures gleamed under the dim golden bu
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