In the private room of an upscale club, Chase and Zara found themselves entangled in a sensual dance, their bodies glistening with sweat from the intense rhythm. Zara wore a revealing black dress, while Chase was dressed sharp in a tailored suit.
Chase's hand brushed against Zara's shoulder, sending electric shivers down her spine. He slowly led her away from the crowded dancefloor and towards an isolated corner where the music faded into soft murmurs.
Standing face to face, Chase's fingers traced along Zara's exposed skin, tracing a trail from her shoulders to her breast, teasingly brushing over her tight nipple before moving back down to her hips. He whispered promises of making her his completely as he kneaded her curves through her dress.
As their mouths met passionately, they fell onto the soft grass beneath them.
