Ava’s fingers trembled as she pushed the door open, every nerve in her body on fire. Hours of imagining this moment hadn’t prepared her for the heat radiating off him—the dark smolder in his eyes, chest partially bare, muscles flexing with effortless strength.
“Finally,” Matt said, low and deliberate, stepping closer. “Took you long enough.”
“Traffic,” she whispered, cheeks flaming.
His smirk was predatory as his hand closed around her wrist, tugging her inside. “I can *smell* how wet you are. Been teasing all day, haven’t you?”
Her thighs clenched. “Maybe…”
“Maybe?” His thumb brushed over the curve of her ass. “Daddy doesn’t do maybe. You *are* mine tonight.”
“Yes… Daddy,” she breathed.
He tilted her chin, eyes dark, commanding. “Strip. Now.”
Her hands fumbled at the zipper, but h
