Page 12 of I See You

A clean-cut man in every way.

One she had never imagined herself falling for—but one who had claimed her heart entirely.

She set her glass down, eyes softening as she reached for his hand. "Shower with me."

Braxton’s lips twitched into a slow smile, his gaze darkening as Sevyn stood, the water cascading down her curves, putting every inch of her body on display.

His tongue flicked over his lips, desire settling into his stare as he watched her step out, moving with confidence, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.

She turned on the shower, letting the water heat up before stepping closer, her fingers working to strip him of his sharp gray suit.

Braxton didn’t resist. Didn’t move.

Just let her undress him, his eyes roaming over her skin like she was a masterpiece he could never get enough of.

"Damn," he murmured, shaking his head slightly. "You’re so fucking beautiful."

Sevyngiggledsoftly,runningherhandsdownhistonedchest. "Thank you, handsome."

Sheslidhisshirtfromhisshoulders,herfingerstrailinghiswarmskin before working on his belt, then his slacks.

By the time he was down to nothing but his briefs, the bathroom was thick with steam, the scent of his cologne still lingering between them.

With one final move, he shed the last barrier between them before lifting her into his arms, carrying her into the large, marble shower.

The moment the hot water hit their bodies, Braxton didn’t waste a second.

He worshiped her—his hands, his lips, his entire being devoted to unraveling her beneath him.

And Sevyn?

She gave him everything in return.

Her moans echoed off the walls, mixing with the rush of the water as they lost themselves in each other, the tension of the day replaced by nothing but pleasure.

When it was over, they collapsed into bed, tangled in the sheets, wrapped in each other.

No words needed to be spoken.

Sleep pulled them under, and for the first time all day, everything felt right.

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Sevynsteppedoutofhercar,thesoftcrunchofgravelbeneath her shoes filling the quiet air. Behind her, her client, Jada followed, her hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie, shoulders slightly hunched.

"Your car is so nice, Ms. Sevyn," Jada murmured, her eyes flicking over the shiny vehicle with admiration.

Sevyn smiled, about to thank her, but the next words out of Jada’s mouth made her pause.

"I wish I could have this one day… when I’m not crazy."

Her voice was small, uncertain, laced with something heavy.

Sevyn turned toward her, studying the young girl’s face. Without hesitation, she reached out, gently cupping Jada’s chin, tilting her gaze upward.

"You're not crazy, Jada," she said firmly, her voice filled with nothing but truth. "You’ve been through something traumatic, something no one should ever have to experience. And yet, here you are—standing, fighting, healing. That’s not crazy, that’s courage."

Jada exhaled shakily, her lip trembling slightly, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

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