She was built like a fever dream—all deep valleys and towering peaks. Her breasts were a lush, heavy invitation, and the provocative curve of her ass promised a rhythm that could drive a man to his knees. She didn't need to say a word; her body was a loud, seductive command. He was the definition of 'hatt-katt'—tall, broad, and intimidatingly fair. When he leaned in, the scent of spice and cedarwood followed him. His hand, large enough to span her entire waist, came up to touch the wall behind her, his biceps bulging like iron.Below the belt, the heavy, thick bulge of his length was impossible to ignore—big, hard, and pulsing with a life of its own, straining against the denim as if demanding to be released.He was big in every sense of the word, his hard, thick shape pressing forward, letting her feel every inch of his arousal through their clothes.