Chapter 51

On the cliffside terrace, Travis’s long legs dangled from the high stool all the way to the ground, his dark pants tucked into a pair of black leather boots with the toes planted firmly on the deck.

Kneeling before him was a woman who looked just like the queen from last night, though now she wore a sheer crystal mesh lace slip that left little to the imagination, the cutouts teasing glimpses of her pale breasts and rosy nipples. The skirt hem rode up high on her raised hips, exposing her underwear in a way that was almost too explicit to stare at.

What shocked Emily even more than catching them in the act was seeing the woman on her knees, cradling one of his boots and ... lowering her head to lick it with her tongue.

She was polishing his boot with long, sweeping strokes of her pink tongue across the glossy black leather, leaving behind trails of glistening saliva.

Travis looked down at her, watching the degrading scene of her kneeling and servicing his footwear, his thick shaft standing rigid with arousal. One large hand wrapped around the base, and he was actually ... stroking himself.