Aiden's face twisted, the tension evident as he struggled to control the desire raging inside him. His eyes locked onto Maia, trying to stay focused, but the heat between them was undeniable. Maia, noticing the internal battle, let a sly, knowing smile spread across her lips, her eyes darkening with mischief.
"What did you say?" Maia whispered, her breath still heavy with lust. "Talk?"
Aiden swallowed hard, his throat dry, and nodded. He was trying to keep things together, but Maia wasn't making it easy.
She chuckled softly, the sound dripping with seduction. "Why don't we let our bodies do the talking instead?" she purred, pulling his hand and guiding his fingers between her thighs. Aiden's breath hitched as he immediately felt the dampness of her panties. His mind nearly short-circuited at the realization—she was already soaked, just from touching him, from being near him.
