Mari wasted no time as soon as they entered the room, her eyes burning with unrestrained desire.
"I want you, Ross!" she declared breathlessly, her hands trembling with urgency as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
The delicate fabric, a pristine white, slipped off her shoulders, revealing the curve of her collarbones and the sultry red lace of her bra.
She wore a sleek black skirt that clung to her hips, and beneath it, matching lingerie that teased at her intentions.
Within moments, she was stripping herself bare, her fingers moving so quickly that it almost seemed like she was in a frenzy.
Ross leaned back against the headboard, watching her with a grin tugging at his lips.
"Take it easy—we've got all day, Mari."
But Mari wasn't in the mood for patience. The fire in her eyes only burned hotter at his teasing, and she let out a soft huff as she tugged her skirt down and kicked it to the floor.
