"Beautiful," he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin. Valerie's cheeks flushed, her eyes locked on his reflection in the mirror.
With a gentle tug, the dress slipped down her arms and dropped to the floor, pulling around her feet, revealing her black lace underwear. Greg's fingers traced the edge of the lace bra, his fingers slowly sliding into her cleavage, sending shivers down Valerie's spine.
"Savoring the view?" she asked, her voice husky, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Greg's lips curled into a sly smile. "Guilty as charged," he replied, his eyes never leaving her flawless, silky skin.
The air charged with tension, the silence between them thick with unspoken desire.
Still focusing on their reflection in the mirror, Valerie's hands rose, her fingers brushing against the side of his face. "Then…what are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
