The warm, velvet night air of Dubai wrapped around Elena like a lover’s breath as she stepped barefoot onto her 34th-floor balcony. Thirty-four floors above the glittering madness of the city, the world felt both impossibly distant and dangerously close. The Burj Khalifa stabbed the black sky like a golden spear, while the artificial Palm Jumeirah glowed in the distance like a neon mirage. The distant call to prayer floated on the breeze, mixing with the low hum of luxury cars far below.
Elena wore nothing but a sheer black silk robe that clung to her curves and barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. The thin fabric whispered against her skin with every movement, teasing her already sensitive n*****s. Her husband, Marcus, was in London again — another “urgent” business trip that had stret
