Red Like Passion

Jemma steps into the restaurant wearing a scarlet dress so tight it clings to every curve. The color makes every head turn, but only one man follows her to their table. Toby drinks in the sight of her, and within minutes the check is signed and they are back in his apartment. Her mouth finds his before the door even shuts. She peels the dress down and steps out of it, bare beneath. He turns her, palms spreading her cheeks, and she pushes back, greedy for the deeper, dirtier thing she came for. When his cock presses between those cheeks, she breathes one word—yes—and he sinks in. Slow at first, then harder, the kind of rhythm that leaves her whimpering against the mattress while the scarlet fabric lies forgotten on the floor.