The room soaked in the amber haze of late afternoon. Sunlight spilled across the queen-sized bed, painting gold on the floor and casting long shadows against the textured walls. Outside, the city buzzed below—but inside, time slowed to something private and unspoken. Kinky Katie sat on the bed the window, sipping a cold glass of rosé, the curve of her smile as bold as the lace tracing her skin. She didn’t turn when the door clicked shut behind him. ManFury stepped in and was instantly taken aback by Katie's curve and beauty, his eyes locked on her. “You’re glowing,” he replied, crossing the room with unhurried steps, drawn in like gravity. “Is that for me?” The late afternoon sun caught in her hair and danced across his jawline. Every move, every glance, felt deliberate—two people savoring the build-up more than the release. They didn’t rush. There was no need. Chicago was out there, but in this room, everything slowed to breath and body language, to playful touches and stolen kisses beneath the lazy glow of the fading day. The city could wait. For now, the only thing on their itinerary was each other.