Anna’s breasts were big and full and soft, heavy enough that they swayed slightly with the simple act of breathing, pale skin marked by the faint pink lines of the bra she had just removed, n*****s already drawn tight into dark peaks under the weight of his gaze.
There was nothing small or delicate about them.
They were the same as the rest of her: abundant, shameless, impossible to hide once the clothes were gone.
She stood there and let him look. Her pulse thundered in her ears.
Heat pooled low in her belly and between her thighs. She did not speak.
He did not speak.
The shop was quiet except for the distant sound of traffic and the soft click of the ventilation system.
Stephen’s throat worked.
A muscle jumped in his jaw. His eyes stayed locked on the soft, full curves of
