Jianna glanced back at him, eyes burning with something bold and unapologetic.
"That's what you've got me feeling, Daddy." she shot back, voice low and heated.
The underground warehouse opened seamlessly into a main mansion. A marble floors, with towering pillars and quiet luxury humming in every corner. Jianna led him through it all and into a grand bedroom with soft lighting and polished glass.
Oliver nodded in appreciatively.
"Nice place," he said. "You've got taste."
Jianna scoffed. "Please. You don't look impress."
He smiled. "I am actually, not just flabbergasted."
She shoved him toward the bathroom. "Go. Before I change my mind."
Steam rolled out of the bathroom as Oliver turned the water on, after taking off all his clothes.
Jianna leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him with open curiosity, no shame in it. The light caught the water as it ran over his shoulders. His muscle flexed as he moved his hands on his body.
