Part 23 (2/2)

Yes, I knew this might be embarra.s.sing-but so early on? I've barely gotten started.

He wears a devilish smile as he walks toward me. ”Need a little a.s.sistance?” he asks as he grabs a hold of my waist.

”Yes.”

He pulls me to him and turns me on my feet. His hand brushes my skin as he sweeps my hair over one shoulder, sending s.h.i.+vers through me. I close my eyes and wonder why his touch is so electric-it lights me up every time. He kisses the back of my neck as he slowly pulls down my zipper. He's taken over, and I'm officially in seventh heaven. ”I've done my part,” he whispers. ”The rest is up to you.”

d.a.m.n...I'm not off the hook.

I turn back to see him sitting comfortably in the chair again. He leans in, his forearms on his knees, his s.h.i.+rt pulling against his shoulders. G.o.d...he's gorgeous. The faster I get this done, the sooner I get him all over me.

I pull a strap slowly over my shoulder, and slowly pull the dress down to my waist, exposing my black silk bra.

He swallows hard and nods in approval, leaning back in his chair. His smile has faded-his face is serious and intense.

I'm turning him on.

And I love the idea of turning him on.

I s.h.i.+mmy my hips a little, pull the dress over them, and let it fall to the floor, revealing the matching silk panties, garter, and stockings.

He undoes the top b.u.t.ton of his s.h.i.+rt. ”I...love...it.”

Yes, I almost scream...he's getting undressed. This is going exactly where I want this to go. ”Do you approve?” I ask, my words silky.

His slow smile says it all. ”Yes...definitely.”

I sit on the bed and kick off my stilettos, throwing my head back. I trail my finger down my hips and slowly unhook the clips on my garter. He watches my every move, his eyes not leaving my body even for a second.

I start to lose my inhibitions, desperately wanting him to want me. I slide my stocking slowly down my leg. My eyes don't leave his-I want to see him react. His lids are heavy, and there's a hint of a smile on his face-barely discernable. His fingers trail down his s.h.i.+rt-he's down to the middle b.u.t.ton, a white unders.h.i.+rt peeking through.

I can't wait for him to get that s.h.i.+rt off.

By the time I've removed both stockings, his s.h.i.+rt his off, and he's devastatingly beautiful in a tight unders.h.i.+rt, desire still in his eyes.

I bring my hand to my neck, knowing I need to kick it up a notch, but I'm so scared. I feel so vulnerable under his stare. I'm not sure if I'm ready to show myself completely to him.

I trail my hand to my breast and slide it under the silk of my bra. My skin is hot and my nipples are hard. I let my breast fall out over the underwire.

He closes his eyes for a second.

I'm arousing him.

I'm arousing myself.

”I want to touch you,” he says, his words soft. ”I want to taste you.”

He has no idea how much I want that. ”Come and touch me.”

He studies me for a beat, and he smiles. ”Settle down...little b.u.t.terfly,” he whispers, the words flowing off his tongue deliciously.

I laugh a little. ”What?”

He leans back in his chair. ”You're beautiful and colorful, and you do get quite eager and fluttery when you're aching to get off.”

I bite my lip, suddenly a bit self-conscious. ”Oh...do I?”

”You do. It's rather adorable, actually.”

I laugh again but don't say a word, aching for him to come to me.

”I'll come to you soon enough, but I want to see you completely naked first. And feel free to speed things up,” he quickly adds, his smile playful.

My inhibitions are completely gone. I want to be naked for him. I want him to touch me. I arch my back and reach for the clasp of my bra. It falls to the bed, as I reveal myself to him.

He bites his bottom lip, his gazed fixed on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I think he likes what he sees.

He peels off his unders.h.i.+rt, revealing a set of gorgeous shoulders. The sleek lines of his body under his fitted s.h.i.+rts gave me an idea, but I had no clue he was so ripped. He leans back in his chair with a sly smile, showing off his toned abs-he knows exactly what he's doing to me.

I quickly slide my hand down my belly and toy with the lace trim of my panties.

I can tease too.

He watches me intently, tapping his foot. I linger, tracing my finger back and forth along the waistband.

He sucks in a long breath. ”Take them off.”

I hesitate a little.

I'm not sure he's going to like what he sees. I've cleaned up for him, but I'm a natural woman. And he strikes me as the type who appreciates a nice Brazilian. But...he's touched me there before-he knows what to expect.

I peel off my panties, slide them slowly over my knees, and let them fall to the floor. I'm motionless in my birthday suit. I've never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. He stares at me for the longest time without a word. My heart hammers in my chest, and I wish I could dissolve into thin air.

”You're perfect,” he finally says.

And I smile at him, relieved he likes me the way I am. And also very relieved my little show is officially over.

Except...it isn't quite over.

Not as far as Weston is concerned.

He bites his lip, a hint of a smile on his face. ”Sit back on the bed.”

I sit on the edge, waiting for him to come to me, the crisp white bed cover cool on my rear.

But he doesn't.

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