UNHOLY & FORBIDDEN
His eyes were darker behind the missing glasses.
“Turn around. Hands on the shelf.”
Nora obeyed. Callum stepped in close behind her, chest to her back. One hand reached around and opened the button of her jeans, dragged the zipper down, and slipped inside. He found her already slick. Two fingers stroked through her folds with deliberate pressure—circling her clit, dipping just inside, spreading the wetness higher—while his other hand stayed over her mouth. He worked her like that, slow and exact, until her thighs started to tremble and soft, muffled sounds vibrated against his palm.