sexy story 1

The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, but inside, the air was thick with a different kind of electricity. Julian leaned against the mahogany desk, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, watching Elena cross the room. She moved with a deliberate slow grace, the silk of her emerald dress clinging to every curve."You're late," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to settle in the small of her back.Elena stopped just inches away. The scent of sandalwood and expensive bourbon clung to him, a heady mix that made her pulse quicken. "I thought you liked the anticipation," she countered, her eyes locking onto his.