Thomas pushed his chair back slightly, unzipping his pants with one hand while the other tugged down the waistband of his boxers.
A moment later, he was fully exposed—hard, proud, and twitching with arousal.
Ten inches, thick and veined, curving slightly upward. An impressive sight by most standards, and one that had never failed to draw gasps or moans of approval. He'd left women speechless with it before.
Thomas looked at Jade, confidence beginning to creep back into his eyes.
"Well?" he asked with a cocky lift of his brow. "Satisfied?"
But Jade merely tilted her head to the side and gave a soft, amused laugh.
"Not bad," she said casually, her voice smooth as silk with a cutting undertone. "Really. It's… nice."
Then she leaned in slightly, her smile widening—not in admiration, but in wicked, merciless amusement.
"But not good enough."
Thomas's smirk faltered.
Just a little.
