Marina.
The afternoon dragged in agonizing anticipation. Gina flitted around downstairs, finalizing picnic details, while I prepared myself like an offering. I chose a tiny denim skirt that rode so high it barely skimmed the lower curve of my ass, and a thin top that put my hard n*****s on full display. No bra and no panties.
Let him see the needy, shameless thing he’d created.
When the knock came, my heart slammed against my ribs.
“It’s open,” I called, voice trembling.
James stepped inside and the room instantly felt smaller, hotter, charged. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing powerful forearms corded with muscle. He was in work pants that hugged the thick ridge of his thighs—and that telltale bulge I already knew too well.
In his hand, he carried a small toolbox. His
