Elira smiled, a soft, hopeful curve of her lips. "I'll make it worth your while," she murmured, trailing her fingers down his chest.
Maddox caught her hand, bringing it to his mouth to press a kiss to her knuckles. "I know you will," he said, voice low and full of promise.
She shivered at the sound, desire already building in her veins. This man, this Eric, had always had that effect on her. A single look, a few whispered words, and she was ready to melt for him.
Elira shifted in his lap, straddling him now, legs on either side of his hips. The robe had fallen open during their kiss, revealing two bountiful snow-white melons, the creamy skin of her thighs, and the lacy edge of her panties.
Maddox's hands gripped her waist, thumbs rubbing slow circles against her hipbones. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, eyes dark with want. "I don't think I've ever told you that enough."