Dorian watched as you stepped into the room, a wide smile lighting up your face, clearly eager to show off the outfit you’d just bought. The way the skirt hugged your waist, flaring out just so, had him sitting up straighter, adjusting his position on the couch to take in every detail.

“Can you turn around?” He asked, his voice slipping into that mix of curiosity and anticipation that always came over him when he saw you like this.

You obliged, giving a slow, graceful spin that sent the hem of your skirt fluttering, revealing teasing glimpses of your inner thighs. His gaze lingered, growing more intense as he took in the view, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He bit his lip, hardly bothering to hide the admiration—and, frankly, the desire—that filled him at that moment.

“Now bend over.”

After all, he needed a better view and angle.