MY UNDOING
It smelled like heaven, like me, like the kind of trouble I knew Damien loved.
When I was done, I reached for the black gift bag sitting on my dresser. Inside was the dress.
It was… wow. Black silk, backless, and the kind of simple that whispered trouble, sexy. The fabric slid through my fingers like a secret, and I could already imagine the way it would cling to me. Classic Damien—expensive, deliberate, a little sinful.
At the bottom of the bag was a small folded note in his bold handwriting.
“No bra. No panties. Trust me.”
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