Sinful Thoughts
Keeping her gaze locked with his, she reached behind her, undid the bra and let it fall to the floor.
Jackson licked his dry lips. “Now the panties.”
Her fingers hooked in her waistband and the flimsy underwear joined her discarded bra on the hardwood.
“Lie down on the bed,” he said in a low voice.
Again, he got no argument. Mia climbed on the mattress and stretched out on her back, naked as the day she was born.
His gaze roamed her sleek golden skin, focusing on her puckered pink nipples before settling between her legs.
“Spread,” he told her. “Let me see your pussy.”