Ross looked at her, his dark eyes glinting with amusement, but he obliged.
"Okay," he said simply, his tone calm as he gently set her trembling, lust-drunk body onto a nearby chair.
April sat there for a moment, trying to collect herself. Her heart raced, her body still tingling with unspent desire.
She focused on calming the raging fire between her thighs, taking deep breaths to steady herself.
When the burning ache receded slightly, she tilted her head and smiled at Ross—a seductive, knowing smile that promised more.
"I have a question for you, Ross," she purred, her voice low and inviting, her eyes locked on his.
"Hmm… what's that?" Ross asked, intrigued, his interest clear as he leaned forward slightly.
April didn't answer right away. Instead, she let her hands move slowly, teasingly, to the hem of her shirt.
"Have you ever seen a woman play with herself?" she asked, her tone dripping with mischief.
