Aveline closed the door behind her with a soft click, the weight of the city peeling away as she slipped off her jacket. Her fingers found the drawer with practiced ease, pulling out the sleek vibrator she kept hidden from the world, a secret sanctuary in the loneliness of her apartment.
She sank back onto the bed, the cool sheets contrasting with the heat rising inside her. Aveline's breath hitched as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure, each pulse carrying her closer to a fleeting escape, to a place where no one's expectations could touch her.
But just as she was spiraling toward that fragile edge, the door creaked open.
Heart pounding, she stilled, swiftly shrouding herself in her morning coat, the familiar armor. Ben stepped in, his eyes sharp, scanning the room.
"What are you doing here, Ben?" Her voice was steady, but the electricity between them hummed like a live wire.
Ben's gaze didn't waver. "Just checking on you. Are you seeing clients behind my back?"
