Inspecting Sister-in-law **

Arthur placed Amelia down on the bed with deliberate slowness, like she was made of delicate porcelain—a treasure he intended to thoroughly inspect. His hands settled on her hips, fingers pressing just enough to remind her who was in control.

His sharp eyes drank her in, roaming up and down her body with the intensity of a connoisseur admiring a masterpiece.

"Hmmm..."

A low, thoughtful groan rumbled in his chest as he rubbed his chin, looking every bit like a pervy detective solving the horniest case of his life.

Amelia shivered, her heart pounding as his fingers tightened on her hips.

"Does he even realize how much he's teasing me?"

No, he definitely did.

And he was enjoying every second of it.

Arthur bent down ever so slightly, his lips ghosting over her collarbone, his breath warm against her flushed skin. His hands wandered lower, fingertips skimming along her soft, supple thighs.