"Feels amazing,"
Camilla's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, every pore in her body tingling with pleasure.
"Absolutely divine."
She wasn't exaggerating—it was the honest truth.
"Glad you're enjoying it,"
Sinclair's lips curved into a smirk as he applied slightly more pressure, his skilled fingers kneading the delicate curve of her waist.
His dark, fathomless eyes gleamed with an intensity that hinted at something deeper.
His wife truly had all the right curves in all the right places.
Time seemed to slow as the minutes ticked by.
Gradually, the soreness in Camilla's body melted away.
She turned her head slightly, casting a soft, appreciative smile at the man behind her.
"I had no idea my husband had such talented hands."
Sinclair paused, lifting his gaze to meet hers with a slow, knowing smirk.
"There's more to my skills than you think."
His voice, low and husky, carried a promise that sent a shiver down her spine.
