In The Lap Of Luxury
Jessa, the sly little thief with a hunger for the finer things, slips into the opulent mansion like a shadow, her eyes widening at the haul of glittering jewelry, silky designer clothes, stacks of cash, and gourmet feasts spread out like a buffet. She can't help but moan in delight at her luck, stuffing her bag until exhaustion drags her into a deep, reckless sleep right there on the velvet couch.
She jolts awake to find Mr. Lee looming over her, his gaze dark and hungry. She scrambles to bolt, but he blocks her path with a firm, commanding grip, his voice low and insistent—she's not going anywhere. He's deceptively gentle, almost tender, yet there's a creepy edge that sends a thrill straight to her core. His wife is away, he murmurs, and he needs more than just company—he craves a warm, willing body to ravish. He orders her into a steamy bath, watching as the hot water cascades over her curves, then hands her his wife's sheer, lacy lingerie to slip into, the fabric clinging to her damp skin like a second layer of seduction. Jessa's never been handled like this before—commanded, pampered, and teased into submission—and fuck, she thinks she might crave every filthy second of it.
