Lucas Hughes's eyes were full of lust as he yanked open the quilt on the hotel's lovers' king bed, red rose petals raining down everywhere.
The whole bed was covered in red-colored sex toys, all of which fell right into Lydia Brooks's line of sight.
"Ugh, you're so bad, you know that?" Lydia threw herself shyly into Lucas Hughes's arms at once.
"Am I? Don't you like it? You're the one who told me, 'women only love bad men,' remember?"
Lucas Hughes saw straight through Lydia Brooks.
You had to know this woman went way harder than him in bed, and pulled way more tricks than he did.
To be honest, Lucas Hughes had always been curious just how many men Lydia Brooks had slept with to pick up so many different moves.
He'd asked her before, but every time Lydia just smiled and stayed quiet, saying she'd learned it all on purpose just to please him.
