Chapter 3: Sarah's Decision
Sarah stood outside Weston's hotel room, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had finally tracked him down, and after the mind-blowing experience they had shared, she couldn't wait to see him again. She knocked on the door, her knuckles rapping against the hard wood, and held her breath as she waited for him to answer.
She had dressed with care, wearing a tight-fitting dress that hugged her baby bump and highlighted her curves. With no bra or panties, she knew she looked every inch the irresistible seductress.
She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto Weston's, and the door swung open, revealing the silhouette of the man she longed for.
He stood there, framed by the highlighted glimmer of his opulent hotel room, a smirk etched onto his chiseled jawline. His shirt was torn open, revealing his rippling abs and the sheer strength of his chest. His pants hung low on his hips, giving her a tantalizing view of his taut ass.
"Weston," Sarah purred, her voice laced with desire.
"I've been looking for you."
He looked her over, his gaze taking in every inch of her curves. She blushed under his scrutiny, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also excited and turned on. He had the power to make her feel alive in ways she never thought possible.
"Sarah," he growled, his voice low and filled with lust. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."
She stepped closer to him, feeling the heat of his body sending waves of desire through her.
She wanted him, needed him, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist him for long.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheekbones, down her neck, and stopping just above her swollen breasts. His touch was electric, causing shivers to run down her spine.
"I see you're not wearing any underwear," he purred, his eyes darkening with lust. "How scandalous of you, Sarah."
She bit her lip, her cheeks reddening at his words.
"I figured it might appeal to your desires," she whispered, her voice sensual and soft.
He smirked, his hand moving from her breast to her stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of her baby bump.
"It does," he agreed, his voice husky with need. "You're a naughty little thing, Sarah Turner.
Always wanting to catch my attention."
She nodded, a small smile on her face.
"I can't help it," she admitted.
"You captivate me, Weston. Your strength, your confidence, the way you make me feel... I just can't resist."
His smirk grew into a full-blown grin, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Good," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because I don't want you to resist, Sarah. I want you to give in to every dirty thought, every forbidden desire that runs through your mind.