She wasn’t even naked yet when he walked in, just leaning back on the couch with those thick legs crossed, one hand tracing lazy circles over her stomach. A smirk played at her lips as she watched him adjust himself through his pants—good boy, thinking about it already. One finger slipped inside while she teased him with slow, deliberate strokes, eyes locked like she was counting every second of his hesitation before he finally dropped to his knees. Those hands cupped her ass like he’d been waiting years to do it right.