Pranali came out from the bathroom almost naked only in her bikni bottom. A slow, wicked smile spread across Pranali’s lips as she looked down at Harshad. His chest was still heaving, his skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat from their first frantic coupling. Her doing. Her work. And it was only the beginning.

“Catch your breath, Mr. Chopda?” she purred, her voice a low, teasing murmur. “I think you’ve had enough of that.”