Sophie and Helena stood frozen for a heartbeat, their eyes locking in a charged, silent exchange, a flicker of hesitation dissolving into a ravenous hunger.
The weight of Devon's command, "Strip. Both of you. Now." hung heavy in the office, igniting their bodies with a fire that seemed to consume all reason. Sophie's eyes darkened to a smoldering amber, her lips parting with a soft, shaky exhale as her fingers reached for the top button of her blouse, trembling just enough to betray the electric anticipation coursing through her.
Her movements were slow, deliberate, each gesture a calculated tease, a silent promise of what was to come. Helena's breath caught, a sharp hitch in her throat, as her hands moved to the hem of her scrub top, fingers curling into the thin fabric, lifting it with a tantalizing slowness, her eyes never straying from Devon's face, burning with a potent mix of defiance and surrender.
