Anirudh stumbled, then caught himself. Blinking, he locked eyes with Aurora—hand on her hip, leaning against the doorframe, a sly grin lighting her face.
Her low-cut gown clung to her, and as she tilted, one strap dangled loose, baring more of her chest. That black lace bra peeked out on the left, its fancy stitching a tease, the curve it cradled half-hidden and downright hypnotic.
"Aurora!"
He lunged forward, slamming the bathroom door shut.
Anirudh staggered back, hitting the wall with a thud.
Aurora's smile deepened, and she stepped in close—too close. One hand braced the wall behind him, her full chest grazing his, electric.
Up close, her figure was a knockout. Her breath brushed his skin, and Anirudh's blood simmered, his chest heaving.
"Aurora…" His hands flattened against the wall, body locked tight. He'd nearly gone too far with her sister minutes ago—now she was here, pinning him. What the hell could he say?
"Come on, spill it—did you miss me?" She leaned in, her curves pressing into him, lips teasing his ear with a hot whisper.
"Yeah…" The word slipped out, no thought required.
"Which part?" Her voice was velvet, breath tickling his ear, sending a shiver ripping through him.
His pulse hammered, her softness and heat against him waking something primal. He was rock-hard now, her flirty purr drowning out the guilt over Amy.
"Every damn inch…" His hand found her waist, fingers sinking into her fuller, softer frame—miles curvier than her sister.
"For real?" she teased, voice dripping with charm.
"Hell yes…" His other hand slid to her hips, tracing them through the slinky gown. Her ass was perfect—firm, plush, the thin fabric letting him feel her panties' edge. Pure bliss under his grip.
The hand on her waist roamed up her silky skin, hitting her chest. He cupped her from below, bra and all, her fullness spilling into his palm.
Squeezing her again, his blood roared back to life, breaths ragged, heat spiking.
Aurora didn't flinch, letting him roam free. She pressed tighter, bodies melding. Her lips danced by his ear, nibbling his lobe as she murmured, "I missed you too… your big guy down there…" Her soft hand darted down, grabbing him through his pants where he strained.
Her warm breath and tight grip lit him up. His mouth parched, he swallowed hard, over and over.
Her lips played with his earlobe, tongue flicking out to tease. Electric jolts shot through him, her quick, needy breaths unraveling him—like ants swarming his skin.
"Aurora, I need you… now…" He was past restraint, Eleanor outside be damned.
A low growl rumbled out as his right hand yanked her strap down, diving into her bra to knead her lush breast.
Aurora's skin blazed under him. His rough touch sparked an itch she couldn't shake, but she held off answering. Instead, she purred into his ear, "Eleanor's right out there, you know…"
Anirudh froze, lust-fogged eyes snapping clear. Shit—if she caught them, then what?
"Still want me?" A wicked glint sparked in her eyes, but her voice stayed honey-sweet. Her tongue grazed his ear again, and he shuddered hard.
The fire inside raged, her hot body and soft curves fanning it higher. Need clawed at him.
"Hell yeah…" Reason lost. Why skip this? Eleanor would forgive him—she always did.
With a snarl, he seized her waist, spinning her to pin her against the wall. His lips crashed into hers, tongue plunging deep, tangling with hers. Her sweetness hit him like a drug.
His hands dove under her dress, racing up her sleek thighs…