PAINTED IN SIN
Quentin was shirtless as he sat in bed, his back leaned against the headboard. His eyes were shut, more like he was meditating, his powerful chest rising and falling in a slow, controlled rhythm.
Verity walked out of the walk-in closet, dressed in a white, thin, transparent short nightie. The delicate silk clung to her curves, her long wavy dark brown hair cascading down her back. Her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric, already hardened from the cool air and the nervous anticipation humming through her body.
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