The soft morning light slipped through the half-drawn curtains, bathing the bedroom in a warm golden haze.
Bella stirred slowly beneath the rumpled sheets, her long blonde hair spilling in loose waves across the pillow. The delicate black babydoll nightie clung to her petite yet voluptuous body, the short hem barely covering half her ass, teasingly revealing glimpses of her lush curves.
Her blue eyes fluttered open. A dazed, unconscious smile curved her full lips as she caught sight of her husband Daniel standing by the dresser, already half-dressed. He slid a crisp white dress shirt over his broad shoulders, the fabric stretching subtly across his tall, powerful frame, muscle hidden beneath refined elegance, yet impossible to ignore.
Her pussy still remember how he had taken her so completely, again and again, until her mind went blank with pleasure last night. Even now, hours later, her hole remained soft and slightly parted, tender folds glistening with the lingering traces of his release.
A fresh blush warmed her cheeks. She quickly slipped out of bed and padded barefoot toward the ensuite bathroom, the cool marble floor sending a shiver up her legs.
Daniel finished dressing and leaned casually against the open doorway, arms loosely crossed, drinking in the sight of his beautiful, bashful wife.
Bella stood at the double vanity, brushing her teeth with small, hurried strokes. Her eyes were heavy and unfocused, as if she hadn’t fully woken up yet. The short nightie rode up as she bent over the sink to rinse, fully exposing the slick, swollen lips of her pussy, pink and inviting, still unable to close completely.
Even when she stood straight, the semi-transparent silk hid nothing, her massive breasts swayed gently with each movement, nipples hardened in the morning chill, her tiny waist flaring dramatically into the full, heart-shaped perfection of her ass. Every curve seemed crafted to drive him insane.
Yet what undid him most were those blue eyes. They lit up brightly, then curved into happy crescents as she caught his gaze in the mirror, conveying all her love and adoration in a single shy glance.
“You should go back to bed and sleep a little more, baby,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “You had a hard night.”
Bella’s cheeks instantly flared crimson. The words sent a rush of heat through her, reminding her exactly how thoroughly he’d claimed her—how he’d filled her until she trembled, leaving her pussy soft, open, and still leaking him.
In two strides, Daniel closed the distance, his tall frame towering over her petite one. Bella barely reached his chest, her small, voluptuous body making her feel delicate and sheltered in his shadow.
His large hand slid possessively over one plump cheek, squeezing firmly through the thin silk as he pressed himself against her back—the hard planes of his body a stark contrast to her soft curves.
Though Daniel looked sleek and slim in his tailored clothes, the firm, toned muscles beneath always left Bella breathless, even hidden under the crisp fabric of his shirt and trousers. She could feel the coiled strength in his chest pressing against her shoulder blades, the subtle power rippling through his thighs as he molded himself to her.
His powerful arms caged her gently from behind, one hand still gripping her ass while the other slid up to cradle her jaw. He had to lean down considerably, his broad shoulders bending to bridge the height difference, while Bella rose instinctively onto her tiptoes, tilting her head back and craning her neck to meet him.
Only then could their lips align, his mouth descending to claim hers in a slow, deep kiss that made the world tilt. She tasted fresh mint mingled with the familiar heat of him, her body melting instantly against his overwhelming presence, small hands clutching at his shirt for balance as she surrendered to the moment.
When he finally pulled away to let her finish her morning routine, Bella was breathless, lashes fluttering.
When she was done, she walked out, still flustered, trying to find something more decent to wear downstairs. Her small hand reached for a sundress.
Daniel’s voice stopped her. “Don’t. Just keep the babydoll on.”
She stilled, then slowly turned, wide eyes lifting to meet his.
Bella blinked, cheeks still flushed. “No way… I want to go downstairs and make breakfast for you.”
Daniel smiled, stepping closer, his green eyes dark with intent. “Exactly. I want you to go down like this.”
He brushed his thumb gently over her lower lip. “Just the babydoll. Nothing else.”
Bella’s eyes widened further, hands freezing mid-motion. “B-but… your brother might be—”
“He left last night,” Daniel said smoothly, closing the distance to squeeze her ass again. “Ethan's on a mission. Dad won’t be back anytime soon. It’s just the two of us—the whole house is empty.” His fingers traced lower, grazing the edge of her exposed pussy. “I want to watch you make me breakfast. All of you.”
Her heart stuttered, stomach fluttering with nervous excitement. The thought of moving through their sprawling villa practically naked under his hungry gaze made her duck her head, fingers curling shyly into the hem of the babydoll.
But the way he looked at her, so proud, so possessive, so ravenous, melted every last protest. Yet there was something else in his gaze. Something complex, tinged with guilt but also laced with excitement. Bella couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.
She lowered her gaze, cheeks burning, and gave a tiny, shy nod.
“…Okay.”
The house was indeed quiet as they descended the wide marble staircase. Morning sunlight poured through tall floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the open-plan living area in golden warmth.
The villa was luxurious but not ostentatious, with elegant hardwood floors, sleek modern furniture, and tasteful art on the walls, all a testament to Daniel’s success as the founder of one of the city’s leading tech firms.
He had built his empire with nothing, proof that even without awakened powers, he was extraordinary.
His father and younger brother were Hunters, heroes against the monstrous creatures that spilled from the Gates, but Daniel had never awakened. Yet he never let bitterness define him. Bella admired that more than anything.
In a world where Gates opened and monsters poured through, where awakened warriors with supernatural abilities stood on the front lines, Daniel forged his own path without a single power. And Bella loved him all the more for it, admiring his quiet strength and his steadfast refusal to let jealousy consume him.
She padded barefoot into the expansive kitchen, the cool tiles sending little shivers up her legs. The babydoll fluttered with every step, sunlight streaming through the massive garden-facing windows and turning the thin fabric nearly transparent.
Her heavy breasts swayed freely, nipples dark shadows beneath the silk; lower, the smooth mound of her pussy and the faint outline of her lips were clearly visible whenever she moved. She felt deliciously exposed, cheeks flaming as she tried to focus on pulling eggs, bacon, and bread from the fridge.
Daniel poured himself a coffee, leaning against the massive kitchen island, eyes never leaving her. He followed as she moved around, his steps silent and predatory, until he was right behind her at the stove.
Bella gasped softly when his free hand slipped under the hem of her nightie, fingers gliding up the back of her thigh to cup her bare ass, then sliding forward between her legs.
“D-Daniel…” she whimpered, gripping the spatula tighter as he parted her slick folds with casual familiarity. She was still sensitive from earlier, wet almost instantly at his touch.
“Keep cooking, love,” he murmured against her ear, sipping his coffee with one hand while the other lazily circled her clit. His middle finger dipped inside her, slow and teasing, curling just enough to make her knees buckle. “You look so beautiful like this.”
Bella bit her lip to stifle a moan as bacon sizzled in the pan. Every so often she tried to scold him. “You’re going to make me burn breakfast…” But her voice came out breathy.
She never pulled away. Never.
Daniel played with her body whenever he had a free moment, absentminded yet deliberate. It made her feel utterly cherished. Owned, yes, but in the safest, most loving way. And she always kept herself perfectly smooth and clean for him, knowing how much he loved the feel of her bare skin under his fingers.
When the simple breakfast—scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, buttered toast—was ready, she plated it with trembling hands and carried it to the island. But Daniel caught her wrist, guiding her instead toward the glass doors that opened onto the lush backyard garden.
“Out here,” he said, tugging her along.
Bella dug her heels in, eyes wide with panic. “No—Daniel, please! I’m… I’m practically naked! What if someone sees?”
“No one will,” he promised, voice firm but gentle. “High walls, tinted glass from the outside. It’s private, baby. Trust me.”
She hesitated another second, then let him lead her out onto the sun-warmed patio. The morning air kissed her bare skin, making her nipples harden instantly beneath the thin silk. He settled onto the wide outdoor sofa, pulling her down to straddle his lap, her back to his chest, legs spread over his thighs. The position left her completely open, the babydoll rucked up around her waist, pussy on full display to the empty garden.
Daniel picked up the plate she’d brought, setting it on the sofa arm. “Feed me,” he ordered softly, one arm banding around her waist while his other hand returned between her legs, two fingers sliding easily into her soaked heat.
Bella’s face was scarlet as she picked up a piece of bacon, bringing it to his lips with shaky fingers. He took it, then nodded toward the plate again. “Now with your mouth.”
She froze, a small, startled sound slipping out. “W-wha...?”
“You heard me.” His fingers thrust deeper, making her gasp. “Put it in your mouth first, then feed it to me.”
Mortified, aroused beyond belief, Bella obeyed. She took a small bite of toast, cheeks bulging slightly, then leaned sideways to press her lips to his.
Daniel kissed her slowly, taking the food from her mouth with his tongue, his fingers pumping steadily inside her all the while. She whimpered into the kiss, hips rocking helplessly against his hand.
Piece by piece, she fed him like that—mouth to mouth—blushing furiously each time, her swollen lips brushing his, the taste of breakfast mingling with the taste of him.
Sunlight bathed them both, her sheer nightie doing nothing to hide how his fingers glistened with her arousal as they moved in and out, thumb circling her clit in lazy figure-eights.
By the time the plate was empty, Bella was trembling on the edge, head fallen back against his shoulder, soft pleas spilling from her lips. Daniel kissed her neck, voice rough with pride and lust.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “My perfect, shy little love.”
Daniel kissed Bella deeply one last time on the patio sofa, his fingers still slick from her arousal as he reluctantly pulled away. “I have to head to the office,” he murmured against her lips, voice laced with regret. “Early board meeting.”
Bella pouted, but nodded, sliding off his lap with wobbly legs. He stood, adjusting his suit jacke and grabbed his keys from the kitchen island. She followed him to the front door, barefoot on the cool marble, the babydoll fluttering around her thighs.
He paused at the threshold, turning to cup her face. “Be good while I’m gone,” he teased,brushing her still-wet pussy again.
She smiled shyly. “Always.”
Daniel strode out to the driveway, sliding into his sleek black sedan. Bella hesitated at the door for only a moment—heart pounding at the thought of being seen—but she couldn’t let him leave without a proper goodbye. Gathering her courage, she padded down the stone path to the tall wrought-iron gates, morning sun warm on her skin. The street beyond was quiet, lined with high privacy walls, but still… anyone could drive by.
She stood on tiptoes, waving as Daniel backed out, blowing him a kiss. He grinned through the window, mouthing “Love you” before pulling away. Bella watched until the car disappeared around the corner, a happy little sigh escaping her lips.
Then she turned—and froze.
Across the gate, half-hidden behind a manicured hedge, stood Ethan.
Daniel’s younger brother was crouched awkwardly, his massive, muscular frame—easily six-foot-four and built like a tank—comically cramped as he tried to stay out of sight. He’d clearly been waiting for the right moment to slip in without interrupting. A duffel bag hung from one broad shoulder, his dark hair tousled, hunter gear still dusted with faint traces of whatever Gate he’d just closed.
Their eyes met.
Time slowed.
Bella’s stomach dropped to her feet. Heat exploded across her face and chest, mortification flooding her in a sickening wave.
Ethan straightened abruptly, cheeks flushing deep red, the scars on his face briefly sharpening what might have seemed like a hardened look. His gaze flicked to her face—then lower, involuntarily—before snapping back up, wide and panicked.
“B-Bella,” he stammered, voice rough. “I, uh… hey. I’m back.”
Bella forced a small, trembling smile. “O-oh… welcome home, Ethan,” she said softly, voice barely steady. “You… you must be exhausted after the raid.”
She appeared calm on the outside, but her mind was screaming inside.
How long has he been standing there?
Did he see everything on the patio?
Did he watch me spread my legs wide, shamelessly exposing my dripping wet pussy to the open garden?
Did he watch me feeding Daniel mouth-to-mouth while he plunged his fingers deep inside me?
Did he watch me making those lewd, desperate moans until I was trembling with obscene pleasure?
Her heart pounded wildly as the questions spiraled, each one hotter and more humiliating than the last.
Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes. “Y-Yeah. Gate cleared faster than expected. Got back earlier than I thought.”
His tone was neutral, but his gaze kept darting—flicking down to her body before jerking away again, as if he couldn’t help himself. He was trying so hard to be respectful, but the awkward hunger in his quick glances made Bella’s skin burn with fresh shame.
She clutched the gate for support, suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of exposed skin. The babydoll was practically see-through in the bright morning light, her heavy breasts straining against the thin silk, nipples stiff from the breeze, the hem barely covering her smooth pussy. No panties. Still wet from Daniel’s fingers. She might as well have been naked.
She swallowed hard, forcing a smile that felt brittle. “Right. Um… wait here just a second, okay? I’ll—I’ll go change and make you some breakfast.”
Without waiting for a reply, she spun and bolted back toward the house.
The sudden movement sent the babydoll’s short hem flying up behind her. For several long strides, her full, round ass was completely exposed—pale, perfect cheeks bouncing as she ran.
Between her thighs, still swollen and dripping from Daniel’s earlier attention, a thin, glistening strand of arousal trailed down her inner leg, catching the sunlight like a silver thread before it broke and fell.
She didn’t notice.
But Ethan did.
He stood frozen at the gate, duffel slipping from his fingers to thud softly on the ground. His throat worked as he stared after her, eyes dark, breath shallow.
Bella burst through the front door and slammed it shut behind her, heart racing as she dashed up the stairs without a backward glance, leaving Ethan standing alone at the gate.
In the bedroom, she peeled off the babydoll nightie, her full, heavy breasts bouncing free for a moment, nipples still pert from the morning air, before she quickly tugged on soft cotton shorts.
Over that, she slipped into an oversized white t-shirt, thin enough that the faint outline of her curves showed when she moved, the fabric draping loosely but unable to fully hide the generous swell of her chest.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, pressing both palms to her flushed cheeks, forcing herself to take slow, deep breaths.
You’re fine. He probably didn’t see anything. Just… calm down
.After a minute, the color in her face eased from crimson to a softer pink. She smoothed her hair, squared her shoulders, and headed back downstairs.
When she returned to the kitchen, her long blonde waves were slightly tousled, framing a face still pink with lingering embarrassment. The shorts clung to her hips, accentuating the lush curve of her backside, and every small movement made her breasts shift softly beneath the thin cotton.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” she said softly, offering Ethan a shy, apologetic smile as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Ethan was leaning against the island, freshly changed into a tight black t-shirt that strained across his massive shoulders and chest, and loose gray sweatpants. He straightened quickly when she appeared, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-It’s fine. I just finished changing too.”
Bella’s heart softened instantly. Despite his towering size—she barely reached above his waist—and the jagged scar that cut across his cheek, he was so endearingly sweet. She stepped closer, the loose t-shirt shifting gently with her movement.
“Come sit,” she said warmly. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
Ethan nodded gratefully and settled onto a stool at the island counter, his massive frame making the seat look almost comically small.
He tried—really tried—not to stare as Bella moved around the kitchen, gathering ingredients and setting the pan on the stove. But it was impossible.
The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm, golden glow across the room and turning the thin, oversized white T-shirt she wore into something almost translucent.
The bright light silhouetted her petite frame perfectly, outlining the dramatic nip of her tiny waist before it flared into those soft, rounded hips.
Each time she reached for plates on a higher shelf, the fabric pulled taut across her back, revealing the subtle bounce of her plump bottom beneath the hem that barely skimmed her thighs.
When she turned or moved sideways, the sunlight caught the gentle sway of her full breasts under the loose cotton, the soft shadows and highlights accentuating their weight and curve with every motion—stirring memories he desperately tried to suppress.
Ethan’s mind reeled back to the moment he’d quietly returned home.
There, in the open air of the garden, he’d frozen at the sight Bella straddling Daniel’s lap on the wide lounge chair, her legs spread shamelessly wide, the thin babydoll hiked up around her waist.
Daniel’s strong fingers plunged deep inside her slick, swollen pussy, thrusting rhythmically, curling to hit that spot that made her hips buck, while Bella fed him bites from her fork, mouth-to-mouth in teasing, intimate kisses between gasps.
Her head had fallen back, long blonde hair cascading wildly as those lewd moans spilled from her lips—soft and trembling, growing louder until her body shattered in orgasm right there in Daniel’s arms, thighs quaking, her dripping folds clenching visibly around his buried fingers as waves of obscene pleasure overtook her.
He’d tried to hide to spare them all the awkwardness, but she’d spotted him when she’d waved Daniel off at the gate. And he got to see her up close, face-to-face, in that provocative babydoll dress.
Under the harsh morning light, everything was inescapably exposed: the silk had turned sheer, her heavy breasts heaving with each panicked breath, stiff nipples straining against the fabric, the short hem barely concealing her smooth, glistening pussy—no panties, still wet and swollen from Daniel’s fingers, a thin trail of arousal even then threatening to slip down her thigh.
The memory seared through him, raw and vivid. It was overwhelming. Every few seconds, his eyes flicked toward her in the kitchen, drinking in the teasing play of light on her body, echoing the same lush, forbidden curves he remembered seeing up close. Then he looked away just as quickly, his cheeks flushing deeper each time, guilt and helpless arousal knotting tighter in his gut.
Bella noticed, of course. She always noticed. Her hands faltered on the spatula, trembling slightly as she turned her face away, pretending to focus intently on the stove.
A deep crimson flush crept up her neck and bloomed across her cheeks, impossible to hide. She ducked her head, fingers tightening around the handle as she stared down at the pan, too flustered to meet his gaze even for a second.
She kept cooking in stiff, hurried movements, shoulders drawn in as if trying to make herself smaller. The quiet stretched between them, thick and charged, every unspoken thought settling into the air and making it feel heavy, almost breathless.
Bella scrambled eggs with a touch of cream, fried bacon until it curled crisp at the edges, and toasted thick slices of bread.
By the time the food was done, Bella had managed to steady herself. She drew a quiet breath, schooling her expression back into something normal, composed.
They had lived under the same roof for so long that the occasional accidental glance was inevitable—nothing she hadn’t brushed off before. This time had simply caught her off guard, leaving a flicker of embarrassment that lingered a little longer than usual. Still, she lifted her eyes to him again, meeting his gaze with a small, careful calm, as if willing the moment to pass like any other.
She arranged everything on a warm plate and set it in front of him with a glass of fresh orange juice.
“Eat while it’s hot,” she said gently, leaning her hip against the counter opposite him.
Ethan murmured a quiet “Thank you” and started eating.
Bella nodded and leaned lightly against the counter opposite him, arms loosely folded beneath her chest—watching him with a soft, almost sisterly smile. The casual posture pressed her breasts together just enough to create a soft, shadowed curve at the neckline of her t-shirt—something Ethan tried, and failed, not to glance at.
“How was the dungeon?” she asked after a moment, “was it dangerous?”
Ethan shook his head, swallowing before answering. “Not really. Low-rank Gate. Just a lot of goblins.”
“I’m glad,” she said, relief softening her blue eyes. “I always worry when any of you are out there.”
He glanced up—and again, his gaze snagged on the way her t-shirt clung to her curves, lingering on the soft swell beneath the fabric before he caught himself and dropped his eyes to his plate, face flaming.
Bella thoughts drifted as she watched him eat. Daniel had always longed for that life, the raids, the raw power, the purpose of facing the monsters that spilled from the Gates. His father, his late mother, Ethan—everyone in the family had awakened. Everyone except Daniel. She knew it still hurt him somewhere deep inside, a quiet ache he rarely showed.
There might have been a trace of envy, but never bitterness. The brothers were close, and Daniel had built something extraordinary in his own way—wealth, influence, respect. Still… she knew that old dream wasn’t gone, only carefully buried.
Across from her, Ethan had fallen quiet too, gazing at her with a distant, almost dazed expression. When their eyes suddenly met, Bella startled, a fresh blush blooming across her cheeks.
“U-um… where’s Dad?” she asked quickly, grasping for something safe to say.
Ethan cleared his throat and looked down at his plate. “High-rank Gate opened up north. He’s leading the clear team—won’t be back for a few weeks.”
Bella’s expression softened with quiet worry. Daniel’s father was strong, commanding, yet always so warm and gentle with her. She truly loved this family.
“I hope he stays safe,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
The afternoon light had softened to a sultry amber glow by the time the front door clicked open. Bella was still curled in the reading nook, knees drawn up, the oversized t-shirt having slipped off one shoulder to expose the creamy swell of her breast.
The cotton shorts rode high on her thighs, the fabric stretched taut across the lush curve of her ass, outlining every soft, inviting contour. A faint sheen of warmth lingered on her skin from the sun, making her look flushed, languid, and utterly edible.
The front door opened earlier than usual.
When the front door opened earlier than usual, Bella’s head lifted instantly, her face lighting up with a delighted, almost breathless smile. “Daniel!” she exclaimed softly, setting the book aside and unfolding her petite body from the nook.
She padded toward him barefoot, the shorts riding just a little higher on her thighs with each eager step, the gentle sway of her breasts beneath the loose shirt impossible to miss.
He paused in the doorway, eyes drinking her in—again with that complicated storm in his gaze, guilt, raw longing, and a darker, heated hunger that made her pulse quicken.
For a long moment he simply stared, as though memorizing the way the soft cotton clung to her tiny waist and skimmed the lush swell of her hips.
Bella didn’t speak. She simply walked straight into his arms, pressing the full length of her soft, warm body against his harder frame.
Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as she rose on tiptoes, pulling him down toward her. The moment their mouths met, the kiss was anything but gentle—deep, filthy, and desperate.
Her tongue slipped past his lips, stroking his with slow, deliberate hunger, tasting coffee and the faint trace of mint. A needy little moan escaped her as her hips rolled forward, grinding the heat of her core against the thick ridge already straining behind his zipper.
Daniel’s hands went straight to her ass, gripping the plump flesh through the thin shorts with bruising force, hauling her up and tighter against him.
He groaned into her mouth, walking her backward until her spine met the wall beside the door. One hand stayed on her ass, kneading possessively; the other shoved up under the hem of her t-shirt, rough palm gliding over bare skin until he cupped her heavy breast.
His thumb dragged across her hardened nipple, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp into the kiss, her back arching to push herself deeper into his hand.
They devoured each other—wet, open-mouthed kisses, teeth grazing lips, tongues tangling in slick, hungry slides. Bella’s thighs parted instinctively, one leg hooking around his hip to bring the rigid length of his cock right against her aching center. Even through layers of fabric, the pressure was exquisite; she rolled her hips shamelessly, riding the hard bulge, soaking the cotton of her shorts with fresh arousal.
Only when she whimpered his name—breathless, pleading—did Daniel tear his mouth from hers. Both of them were panting, lips swollen and glistening. His hand under her shirt squeezed her breast once more, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb until her head fell back against the wall with a soft cry.
“Ethan’s still in the house,” she managed to whisper, voice trembling with lust and a trace of guilt, even as her hips kept moving against him. “He… he could walk in any second.”
Daniel’s eyes flashed, dark and dangerous. “Good,” he growled against her throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin just below her ear. “Let him see.”
His free hand dropped between them, shoving roughly under the waistband of her shorts. Two thick fingers slid through her drenched folds without warning, parting her slick lips and plunging deep inside her clenching heat.
Bella cried softly, nails digging into his shoulders as he curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot that made her knees buckle. His thumb found her swollen clit, circling it with slow, merciless pressure while his fingers pumped in and out, the wet sounds of her arousal loud in the quiet foyer.
She was dripping down his hand, thighs trembling, breasts heaving with every ragged breath. The thought of Ethan somewhere in the house—maybe close enough to hear her moans, to see Daniel finger-fucking her against the wall—only made her wetter, tighter, more desperate.
But just as she teetered on the edge, Daniel withdrew his hand with a low, tortured groan. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while his eyes stayed locked on hers—tasting her, claiming her in yet another way. Bella watched, lips parted, a fresh rush of heat flooding her core.
Only then did he step back, putting a deliberate inch of space between them, though his chest still rose and fell heavily.
“I brought you something,” he said, voice gravel-rough, eyes still burning.
Bella blinked, dazed and trembling, arousal pulsing so fiercely between her legs she could barely stand straight. “W-what?”
From his jacket pocket he drew the tiny scrap of fabric—shimmery black, stretchy, impossibly small. He let it unfold slowly between his fingers, the material catching the light like liquid midnight.
Bella’s breath hitched. Her gaze dropped to it, then flicked back up to his face, cheeks flushing deeper as the realization sank in.
“Is that… a tube top?” she whispered, voice small and breathy.
Daniel’s smile was slow, wicked, and full of promise.
“No, baby,” he murmured, stepping close again, the tiny dress dangling from one finger as he leaned in until his lips brushed her ear. “It’s a dress. One very, very small piece.”