Sin With Me, Sunshine
His white dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, exposing the tanned skin and the edge of his tattoo.
But it was his hand that stole the air from my lungs. His belt was undone, his zipper was down. His large hand was inside his trousers, moving in a slow stroke.
He looked at the camera. His eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, and focused entirely on me. "Hi, Sunshine," his voice came through the AirPods, deep and rich, wrapping around my brain like smoke.
"Luca," I whispered, barely mouthing the word.
"Don't speak," he commanded softly. "Just listen and watch."
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