Rosie’s challenge hung in the quiet bedroom.
Milan’s breathing was still uneven. His c**k lay wet and aching against his stomach.
She sat sideways on the bed, one hand loosely wrapped around him, thumb stroking almost absently, as if she had all the time in the world and he had none.
“Well?” she asked.
He met her eyes.
The shame was still there, stepdaughter, wife, the house across town but it had been burned down to something smaller and sharper.
He had already put his mouth on her. He had already let her ride him until her thighs shook.
The line he had been terrified of crossing was several rooms behind them.
“Let me show you,” he said.
Rosie’s eyebrows lifted a fraction. For a moment she only studied him.
Then she released his c**k, shifted back on the mattress, and opene
