And just like that, the exhaustion of the evening eased from Stan's face.
Sophie was already waiting by the private entrance, looking dangerously beautiful in a soft cream-colored silk nightgown that draped perfectly over her figure. The delicate fabric clung to her, showcasing every every curve beneath it, the neckline low enough to leave Stan briefly staring before he caught himself.
As for what he saw it was her glistening, milky cleavage that spilled generously from that low neckline, the soft, luminous skin catching the light with a dewy sheen that made it look impossibly smooth and inviting.
He swallowed once, unable to help it, feeding his eyes with that sight.
She looked unreal.
The moment Sophie saw him emerge from the Lamborghini, her entire face lit up with pure happiness.
"Stan!"
She practically skipped into his arms.
