Roxanne PoV
Orson smiled as he held my hand, leading me towards the bedroom. As we reached the bed, he turned to me, his gaze full of love and desire. He began to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and I couldn't help but stare, feeling a rush of heat coursing through me.
I reached up and helped him, my fingers fumbling with the buttons as anticipation built within me. His warm skin brushed against mine, sending sparks of electricity dancing across my skin. As his shirt fell away, I ran my fingertips along his shoulders and down his strong arms. Orson was more of a pretty boy than a hunk, but his muscles were toned and firm. He was a man who worked hard, and it showed in his physique. The strength of his embrace always made me feel safe and loved.
