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“What do you need my help with?” He opened his palms toward me, and I noticed the wedding ring was gone.
I swallowed and shifted from foot to foot. “Could you please be with me while I . . .”
Why does he make me so anxious? Was it because he actually looked concerned for me? Was it because he was much older? Wiser? Did his age put me off? The answer to that last question was a resounding no. If anything, it only made him more appealing.
He inclined his head. “Yes . . . carry on.”
I put my shoulders back, determined. “I’d like to pleasure myself. And I’d like you to watch. Is that okay? Or would you like me to leave?”
His smoky eyes sparkled. Mischief and intrigue lit up his face. “Is that a trick question?”
“No trick. It’s fairly straightforward. I do what I need to do, and you sit, or stand or whatever, and watch. Or I can go. Your choice.”
“Well. . . I don’t want you to leave.” He tilted his head and blinked a few times. “But would you like me to help you pleasure yourself?”
I studied him to see if he was mocking me. His stunning eyes told me he wasn’t. It was the opposite. . . he was just about drooling over me.
I slipped out of my heels. My confidence was back. “No, thank you. I’ve got this.”
To remove my stockings, I placed my foot on his leather dining chair.
Henry moved one step toward me. “Where would you like me?” His deep voice was calm. In control.
As I rolled my stockings down, I scanned the room. The penthouse suite offered a variety of choices. Plush leather lounges. Thick wool rug. Spiral staircase to the upper level. King-sized bed. A spa big enough to fit two people. The options were abundant.
“Here . . . let me at least help you out of your dress.” He was on me in a flash, and my karate training at Kamoto’s Karate dojo just about took over. I could knock him to the ground with one kick and punch the wind out of him with one fist.
But I didn’t. In fact, I did the opposite. I let the smooth silver fox take control.
“May I ask your name?” He gently lifted my dress over my head.
“Memphis.” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Mmmm. I like that name.” Behind me, his voice was a throaty hum in my ear. Henry pulled my hair back and kissed the nape of my neck. It was a feather-like touch, as soft as rose petals, and yet it sent shivers through my body.
Goose pimples dotted my skin, and my nipples wanted to burst through the lacy fabric that constrained them.
“May I unclip your bra?”
I clenched my jaw, fighting the debate raging between my body and my mind.
He must have sensed my hesitation because he eased backward and placed his hands on my hips. It was as if we were about to engage in a sensual dance. Maybe we were.
“Do you want to take your bra off?” His eyes searched me. Devoured me.
Again, I hesitated. I could barely speak. I wanted him so bad I felt reckless. And that scared the crap out of me.
“How about if I promise to keep my pants on until you walk back out my door? Will that help you relax?”
The way he looked at me formed a knot of lust so deep inside me it was a wonder I could breathe. Yet in the back of my mind, I thought it was a little strange that he was so forthcoming with this solution. Surely, most men would want to get naked, too.
Either way, I was happy with his promise and nodded with relief.
“Okay. I promise.” He pressed his body against mine and moved his hands to my hips.
But it still wasn’t right. I wanted to feel the warmth of his skin and feel the muscular torso I knew was beneath his designer shirt.
I let out a quick breath. “Can you take your shirt off?”
