Home Sweet Home 1

Jason Cross entered the luxurious apartment he now called home, the faint glow of the city skyline filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His steps were measured, yet the weight of the day clung to him. As he shrugged off his suit jacket, the faint aroma of something floral and alluring reached him, immediately sharpening his senses.

"Jason," a sultry voice greeted him.

Veronica Hall stood at the doorway of the master bedroom, leaning casually against the frame. The dim lighting caressed her curves, highlighting the exquisite lace lingerie she wore—a deep crimson set that accentuated her flawless figure. Seeing him, she came down, her body moving and shaking in just the right way in all the right places.

Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, and her blue eyes sparkled with desire and mischief. Jason watched her approach him and felt his body go on fire. She was the embodiment of temptation at that moment.