Black Card
The moment Ethan stepped into the bedroom, his jaw went slack.
There stood Belle, wearing a skimpy black satin and lace nightgown that barely grazed the curve of her hips. The fabric clung to every delicious curve, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and rounded hips. In the soft light, her youthful beauty was laid bare before his hungry eyes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, watching as she moved toward the bed, the gown slipping to reveal the smooth line of her back and the delicate black lace bikini beneath. The sight sent a fresh jolt of desire straight through him.