Some nights start with champagne. Others start with eye contact so deep it tastes like sin. I’m Ava Monroe, and this isn’t just a story — it’s a memory I let you borrow. But only if you’re ready to be undone slowly.
💋 He Watched Me Like He Knew I’d Misbehave…
the bar was crowded, buzzing with clinking glasses and nervous hands, but his eyes never left me. And I made sure he had a show worth watching. Red lips. Short silk dress. Bare thighs crossed, just to tease. When I finally walked past, I didn’t say a word — just brushed my fingertips along his chest like a promise I had every intention of keeping. He followed. Of course he did.
🖤 I Don’t Rush Seduction. I Let It Burn.
In the hallway outside my suite, I pressed him against the wall. “You’ve been staring at me all night,” I whispered. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.” My mouth met his with purpose. My hands explored like I already owned him. We didn’t make it to the bed. The hallway wall. The mirror. The floor. I left kisses and bite marks like signatures — reminders that he didn’t just have a night with me… he survived one. I don’t rush seduction. I let it burn.
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