Lust in Blues*

Blue lace.

Justin had to pause for a second because—fuck—this wasn't just any blue. This was the kind of blue that made her skin glow like she was touched by a thousand sunsets. The lace barely covered anything, the thin straps digging into her shoulders, holding up the kind of curves that made his heart skip a beat.

He had to swallow hard. His mind had already short-circuited, completely focused on those breasts.

Full, round, just begging for his hands—no, his mouth. They rose and fell with every breath she took, her nipples barely hidden by the lace, peeking through like they were daring him to do something about it.

God, she's perfect.

His gaze trailed lower, where her waist dipped in, smooth and tight, leading to the sinful curve of her hips. Damn, those thick thighs. Thick enough to make any man rethink his life choices, his whole philosophy on everything.