The master bathroom was a sanctuary of dark slate, frosted glass, and radiant-heated marble floors. At midnight, illuminated only by the flicker of three tall scented candles and the amber ambient light beneath the floating vanity, it felt like an underground spa built for wicked intentions.
Sophia sat naked on the wide, smooth bench built into the oversized walk-in shower enclosure. The glass door was pulled ajar, allowing the cool midnight air of the bathroom to mix with the warmth rising from the heated floor tiles.
In front of her, Mark stood at the marble vanity, his dark hair falling forward, wearing only a pair of black cotton boxers that hung low on his hips. On the stone counter rested two distinct items: a crystal bowl filled with clear, gleaming ice cubes, and a glass bottle o
