Larissa's POV
My dreams began harmlessly - strolling through the elegant halls of the Gary mansion, sitting in corporate boardrooms discussing quarterly reports. Then the imagery transformed, and I found myself in Carson's private chambers, though nothing like the actual room. This fantasy space featured mirrored ceilings and crimson satin bedding, with Carson's gaze burning into me with raw desire.
"Remove your clothing," Carson's voice commanded, rougher and more demanding than his usual tone.
Without question, I began undressing slowly, his eyes consuming each revealed curve and hollow of my body.
"Kneel down," came his next instruction, and I sank onto the luxurious carpet beneath my feet.
He moved closer, completely unclothed, his arousal prominent and intimidating. "Part your lips for me."
