Romance in The Mansion
A wet heat pooled between his thighs, and he realized, embarrassingly, how instantly, how uncontrollably, he was attracted to this stranger.
“You’re… Aaron, right?” The man’s voice was smooth, velvety, with an accent that slithered along Aaron’s spine.
Aaron nodded, speechless. He could feel the stranger’s gaze running over him—curious, playful, lingering just long enough to ignite every nerve.
The man stepped closer, and the heat radiating off him was intoxicating. “Quite the room,” he said, smirking. “But not as impressive as you.”
Aaron’s breath caught. He wanted to speak, to ask who he was, but the words stuck. His body was betraying him—leaning forward, desperate for the proximity, the