I didn't turn around. I didn't walk back to her either.
Truth be told, I already knew exactly what Maria wanted without needing to read her mind. And fuck, she was tempting — scorching hot, ripe with twenty years of pent-up hunger radiating off her like heat from asphalt.
Hot and relentlessly clawing at every inch of my self-control.
She was right there: fifty-something perfection wrapped in sheer black lace, heavy breasts rising and falling with shallow breaths, dark nipples stiff and begging against the fabric, water still glistening on her skin like an invitation I was dying to accept.
Much as I wanted to claim both Luna and her mother in the most deliciously forbidden way possible only compared to what mom and my sisters have — much as every Taboo ability in my arsenal was screaming, roaring, howling at me to close the distance, rip that robe open, pin her to that bed, and fuck her so thoroughly that twenty years of emptiness would finally shatter — I couldn't.
