The cool air of the bedroom was a shock against their wet skin, a stark contrast to the steam-filled shower. Shivangi didn’t hesitate. She led him by the hand, her hips swaying with a purpose that made his already-stirring cock twitch in anticipation. Water droplets traced paths down the sculpted planes of his back as she pushed him toward the rumpled sheets.

But Harshad had other ideas. Just as she was about to turn and claim her position atop him, his hands shot out, his grip firm and unyielding on her waist. In one fluid, powerful motion, he spun her around. The world tilted, and a gasp was torn from her lips as her palms landed flat on the cool duvet, her back arched and her perfect, round ass presented to him.