Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Trails of an Even Hotter Seduction Lena moves with a rhythm too deliberate to be subconscious. Every sway of her waist, every lazy roll of her hips against him, is measured and venomously slow, like she’s winding him up, like he’s a ticking toy she’s set out to snap. Her back presses into his chest — supple, molten, a living invitation — and the curves of her ass grind in slow, hypnotic waves against his clothed cock, which has long since hardened to the point of pain, straining at the seam of his pants, angry and stiff and thrumming at the touch.