A delicious shiver coursed through Mika at the thought of what was to come—both of them naked, pressed against him in the warm darkness.
His cock stirred with eager anticipation, straining against his thighs, but he forced the beast down with practiced control.
Not yet. Not while Astrid's sharp eyes still studied him with that suspicious glint.
"Well now..."
He said, his voice deliberately casual, betraying none of the fire raging beneath his skin.
"Come on, you two. Get naked already. It hardly seems fair that I'm the only one standing here without a stitch on."
Mother and daughter exchanged one final, lingering glance—
—their eyes shimmering with shared uncertainty and unspoken questions neither dared voice aloud.
What were they getting themselves into?
Was this really happening?
Would they regret this in the morning?
The questions hung in the air between them, invisible but palpable.
Then, slowly, as if moving through honey, their hands rose to their garments.
