"Good evening," Eros said, straightening from the small bow, his voice low and velvet-rough, laced with Whisper of Sin that felt like it was stroking her clit like a slow, wet tongue... making her imagine things she did not dare think twice but each second made her imagine something even more sinful thanks to his abilities and her own hunger.
The MILF at the door had forgotten how to use her voice. Her full, kiss-swollen lips parted. Closed. Parted again, trembling helplessly. The book at her hip slipped down half an inch, its edge pressing into the soft, heavy underside of her very very generous breasts before her fingers tightened around it, knuckles whitening.
He let her have the moment and didn't rush her.
