The dress is tight around her chest, but the cleavage still manages to be conservative. Still, the fabric clings to her body, leaving little else to the imagination. The cutouts along the ribs don’t help.
“I’ll do whatever the f**k I want.”
She snaps her mouth shut, and I can tell it’s taking all of her willpower not to bite back at me.
For a long moment, it’s easy to get lost in this. In drinking in the sight of my wife. Just like it was easy to get lost in all the build-up, the preparation for what happens next.
Somewhere along the way, I’d completely lost sight of the actual intent: which is that I have to lead Camila into a room with Maxim and then close the door on them.
For all my confidence… I can’t control what will happen when that door snaps shut.
I scrutinize her expressio
