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Oh my God, if he's naked, my hands are on his bare chest. "Did you think you could escape from me?"Daniel's deep, husky voice hits my ear; he is so close that his breath makes me tremble. I can't answer; he has me trapped between his arms and chest, which makes it difficult to think about this situation. "I thought you wouldn't mind if I did this. You are finally showing me your curves, that sheer nightgown looks absolutely stunning on you."

Cassie and Daniel gaped at each other. "Did you see his face?" Daniel asked. "No, I just saw movement, and then called you." The realization that she stood beside him in her thong and bra hit her full force, and she leapt back, scrambling for her clothes to cover up. Daniel caught on and turned to her, scanning her near nude profile. He chuckled as she spun around to hide, not grasping that her thong didn't cover her ass. "Nice ass," Daniel said while climbing into the driver's seat. He fired up Mona and took off, propelling Cassie across the back of the van.

What I saw stopped me cold. Daniel sat in the large leather armchair, his head tilted back, and his eyes closed in raw vulnerability. His slacks were open, one strong hand wrapped around his thick, rigid shaft, stroking with slow pumps. The sight was shockingly intimate — the way his chest rose and fell, the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, the low, restrained groan that escaped his lips. He looked powerful even in this private moment, veins standing out along his forearm, the heavy length in his grip pulsing with need.

Lila’s POV “MY NAME is Daniel Montgomery,” the video began. The sound of his voice hit me harder than anything else. My breath caught in my throat. For a second, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I just stared at the screen at him, alive. Sitting behind his desk, the same one we stood beside now. The lighting was dim, shadows cutting across his face, but it was him. Every line, every familiar detail, every quiet strength I remembered.

“Thank you so much for choosing my club.” Daniel smiled like he was having the time of his life. “It’s our pleasure.” “I’m Rico Montoya,” the man added quickly, straightening his jacket. “I’ll call in the girls right away.” “Yes, please,” Daniel said easily. “With drinks.” “I won’t be drinking,” I cut in, already scanning the room. Rico nodded fast. “Yes, sir. Of course.” The girl on his arm hadn’t stopped staring at me. She tilted her head slightly, lips parting, tongue brushing over her lower lip like she expected it to do something.

I was about to tighten my towel around my body when my feet got caught in the dress I took off earlier and threw to the ground. My face fell in horror as my towel completely loosened and fell to the ground. I stood there, frozen and mortified. And naked. I looked up to meet Daniel’s gaze and to my surprise, his face was not contorted in disgust at the size of my body, instead, it looked more like longing. His eyes lingered on my body like he’d been denied a sacred fruit and he was only just gazing upon it for the very first time. His eyes met mine and I could feel them bore into my soul like hot embers from a fire.

I dry my hair and tie it back into a high ponytail. I step out into the hallway to head back to Diana's room, but then pause outside Daniel's. I can hear him inside, drawers closing and then footsteps. The door suddenly swings open and my eyes widen in surprise. Daniel stands in the doorway, his hair damp from a shower with only sweatpants to cover his body. Water droplets fall from his hair down to his muscular chest, where my eyes are stuck. His abs are solid and I almost moan aloud at the sight of his defined V-lines dipping down beneath his loose-fitting sweatpants.

That evening, when Rome returned to the Montemayor mansion, she nearly let out a scream. As soon as she opened the door to her bedroom, her heart jumped to her throat— there was a naked man standing inside. And it was Cayson Montemayor, standing nonchalantly in the middle of the room with nothing but a towel loosely held in his hand. His skin glistened slightly, still damp from the shower. His bare torso was fully exposed, making Rome instinctively take a sharp step back.

"I had so many photos of you, Joyce. I just needed to give them to the right program to see what you’d look like... naked. And under me." I should slap him. I should scream and run. But my feet feel like they’ve been fused to the floorboards. And seeing how much work he put into wanting me... it does something to my blood. It turns it into liquid fire. "You're sick, Daniel. Truly, pathologically sick." He rolls his eyes and pats the edge of the bed. "Sit down." Against my better judgment, I do. Heat is radiating off my cheeks. I can’t help but look at him—really look at him. Daniel is gorgeous, all sharp angles and hard muscle.

Slowly settling, his full length sheathed inside her, she simply holds her position, panting in short, sharp spurts, blinking rapidly. .... Fuck, but that looks hot.... I've got to admit, Daniel makes an astoundingly attractive figure. I have no leanings in the male-male direction, but if I did, I'd look twice at Daniel. Charlotte bestride him now, sweating with the effort of accommodating him, his hands roam her body.... Ebony and ivory.... .... Like a three-dee ying-yang symbol, his fingers cupping and massaging her tits. And now Borje is on the bed behind her, pushing down between the shoulders onto all fours, exposing her butt.