Chapter 29 Sexiest Model Fantasy (1)

The penthouse was mine, all sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline glittering like a tease beyond the glass. I sprawled across my velvet couch, half-naked, the cool fabric kissing my bare thighs. My silk robe hung loose, slipping off one shoulder, leaving my skin exposed to the warm air humming through the room. I didn’t care. It was just me, my phone, and the delicious distraction glowing on the screen. His Instagram page was a goddamn masterpiece. Every swipe sent a shiver down my spine, my breath hitching as I drank him in. Tall—God, so tall—with skin like midnight, smooth and dark, begging to be touched. His features were chiseled, sharp jawline cutting through the air like it could slice me open, and those full lips? I could already feel them grazing my neck, my collarbone, lower. His hairline was perfect, tight fade framing his face, making me want to drag my nails through it, pull him closer.