The late afternoon sun spilled through the half-drawn blinds of the penthouse suite, painting golden stripes across the ebony skin of Nicki as she lounged on the plush sofa. Her full lips were parted slightly, her breath steady and slow, but her dark eyes followed every movement of the man across from her with predatory focus. She wore a black lace corset that hugged her ample curves, pushing her heavy breasts high and making each breath a tantalizing rise and fall. Her fingers traced the rim of her wineglass, the ruby liquid catching the light as she brought it to her lips, never breaking eye contact with him.
Nicki grinned up at him, her eyes dark with promise. “Then get ready, baby. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
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