Arthur groaned. "Inside. I can't stand this damn sun anymore." He glanced at the enchanted bracelets still locked around his wrists. "But can you take these off now?"
Samantha tsked, wagging a finger. "Oh no, no. You're keeping them on."
Arthur frowned. "This is torture."
"It's for your own good." She stood up, her hips swaying as she led the way inside.
The moment Arthur stepped into the cool air-conditioned room, relief washed over him. He didn't hesitate—walking straight to the plush, wide sofa, he peeled off his damp shirt and slid his pants down, tossing them aside.
Then, with a lazy grin, he sprawled out on the couch, completely bare, hands resting behind his head. His arousal stood proudly, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
"Shall we begin?" he said, eyes dark with anticipation.
Samantha chuckled as she undressed, her movements slow and deliberate. She settled beside him, leaning back on her arms, her smirk playful.
