nd Logan stirred, the faint chirping of early birds a gentle summons back to consciousness. He felt the familiar warmth of Lydia beside him, her breathing soft and

on

a connection before the world intruded. He turned to face her, his arm instinctively reaching out to pull her closer. Her brown hair, a bea

a low rumble against her skin, a quiet apolo

like to give me a soothing... before you go?" she whispered, her eyes, still heavy-lidded, meeting hi

manding schedule often meant their intimate moments were stolen, cherished, and all the more potent for their rarity.

ng embrace. Lydia's lips parted beneath his, inviting him further, and he tasted the sweet, warm essence of her, a flavour he knew intimately, ado

re his mouth found the peak of her breast. He sucked gently, then with more fervor, each careful caress of his tongue, each tender pull, sending shivers through her. Lydia's fingers tightened around the bedsheet, clutching the

im, a silent plea for more. With a graceful movement, he loosened the silk robe she wore, allowing it to fall open, revealing the delicate lace of her sexy panties. His eyes lingered for a moment, appreciating the be

round his waist, pulling him deeper. He began to move, a silent, rhythmic dance of bodies intertwined, a symphony of touch and sensation. Each thrust was met with an answering arch of her hips, each soft moan from her lips fueling his passion. They moved together, a seamless, ancient rhythm, the early morning ligh

ick with sweat, their breaths ragged but content. The silence that followed was not e

red, his lips brushing h

ned down warm water, enveloping them in a steamy embrace. Raymond was all around Lydia, his hands tracing the curves of her back, the slope of her shoulders, his lips pressing soft kisses to her wet skin. It wa

ilored black suit, the fabric impeccable, accentuating his tall, athletic posture. His dark hair, still damp, was slicked back, revealing his unified jawline and the sharp in

already heading towar

alled after her, gat

a gleaming expanse of marble and stainless steel. She moved with purpose, grinding the fresh beans, the rich aroma fi

grateful sip of the dark brew. "Perfect, as always,

Raymond's somber suit. Her brown hair, cut into a chic, short bob, framed her face, giving her a youthful yet sophisticated air. She owned a

hen they were out the door. The sleek black sedan, driven by their chauffeur, glided through the quiet

r feet touched the ground, a chorus of delighted squeals erupted. Small figures, a flurry of bright clothes and eager faces, rushed towards he

tention. Over their heads, she turned back, waving at her husband, who watched from the car, a soft, proud smile on his face. He gave a small nod, a silent acknowledgment o