This chapter is dedicated to AvidReader63. Hey Avid, thanks for the golden ticket.
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"Take off your bra," Alanis commanded, his deep voice vibrating through the thick heat of the room.
Harlow didn't hesitate. Her fingers moved to the clasp, undoing it with practiced ease. Seduction was her specialty. She loved it. And more than anything, she loved making him suffer, the pain of wanting her but never being able to have her. That was more than heartbreak. That was torture. And she was here for it.
"Take it off slowly," he murmured.
She obeyed, her movements languid, teasing.
"Is that all? Have I filled your fantasy?" she asked, her voice filled with boredom. She was ready to bathe and leave, but Alanis wasn't done. Not even close.
"Bury yourself in the water for two seconds, then come up. Keep going until I say stop," he ordered.