Chapter 185: Lingerie Every Night

When Arthur's countdown hit one, I opened the bathroom door. Standing there, dressed like this, my cheeks burned. Yes, he'd seen every inch of me before, but somehow this felt different, bolder, more exposed. My pulse skittered as his eyes swept over me. Arthur froze. For a split second, something flickered in his gaze, then heat surged in, raw and unmistakable. His dark eyes devoured me, and before I could blink, he crossed the room, scooped me up, and carried me straight to the bed. That night, Arthur didn't stop until after midnight. By the time he finally let me go, I was limp and breathless, my body aching in ways I didn't want to think about. He lay beside me looking maddeningly satisfied. "The lingerie was a nice touch. Keep it up tomorrow night. I bought more than a dozen sets. You can wear a different one every night for me." His voice was low, lazy, dripping with amusement. His long fingers traced idle patterns over my chest as he spoke. My jaw clenched. I wanted to hit him.