Lady Sable, dressed in her silky black lingerie, tiptoed around the dark house, her heart racing with anticipation. It was late, but she knew her lover was awake. She made her way to his bedroom, the creaking floorboards echoing in the stillness of the night. As she reached the door, she stopped, her hand trembling on the knob. This was wrong; she knew it was. But she couldn't resist him any longer.
With a deep breath, she turned the knob and slipped inside. The room was dimly lit, but she could make out his broad shoulders and the curve of his naked back as he sat at his desk, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Her gaze traveled down his muscular arms to the bulge in his pants, and she could feel her body heat up.
As she approached, he tensed, sensing her increasing arousal.
