Click!
And the door closed, swiftly cutting off my privilege to continue my guess about whatever scheme that had brought me into the Norton family.
Or why James wanted me to marry Oswald even after I rejected him.
I glanced towards the door as Adrian stepped further into the room, beads of sweat trailing down his bare body in torrents.
In a steady stride, he walked towards the bed, his gait regal and dominant.
My gaze locked on him, trailing down his physique. I gulped hard.
Adrian's abdomen was flat, firm, and taut with strength, each ridge of muscle sharply defined into a flawless six-pack…chiseled like a work of art, exuding confidence and undeniable allure.
With a distinct V shape that curved down to his pants, his waist slim.
My heart raced. My cheeks flushed as several imaginary nude images of him flashed through my mind.
What would it feel like to roam my fingers across that tile of a stomach?
Will he flinch?
Will his breath be caught?
Will he groan in pleasure?
