Mex sat on the bed, his shirt loose, muscles tense. Ella crawled toward him, gripping his sleeve, her big eyes staring up at him with an innocent pout. But as she moved, her flimsy maid dress slipped further
His breath hitched
His gaze dropped—her nipples peeked through the thin fabric, teasing him mercilessly. A deep urge to touch her burned inside him, his fingers twitching. But then, he noticed the way she clutched the fabric, clearly embarrassed
Guilt crushed him
Before she could react, he grabbed the blanket and threw it over her
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