I can feel his eyes on me, his breath quickening as he watches the men around us, their gazes lingering on my curves, my lips, my cleavage. It’s a game we play, a thrill that heightens every touch, every whisper. He loves knowing they want me, that I’m his to share, his to tease. And I love the power, the way his desire for me grows with every glance, every smirk. It’s a dance, a push and pull, and we’re both so fucking into it. The more they look, the more he wants, and the more I give in, letting him see just how much I can take, how much I can give. It’s our secret, our little fantasy, and it’s so fucking hot.