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She closed her eyes against his touch, shivering in anticipation as his flat palm travelled down to her waist, lower, as he palmed her hips through her dress, and his hand settled between her thighs, the weight heavy and warm.
“Are you wet?” He held his palm against her silky panties.
She bit her lip to keep from making a noise, lost in the heat in his eyes. Being in his presence made her long to be soft, to let go of all her guards, to be vulnerable, and the way he was tracking her every breath made her feel wholly seen.
God, how she longed to be seen.
“Answer me” he pressed his palm into her crotch, nudging her legs wide.
“Yes!” Her hand clutched his, moving her fingers to her waistband, rolling her nylons down her legs and tossing them to the side.
Nick laughed. “Impatience looks damn sexy on you.”
He kissed her, his tongue sweeping hers, commanding her to open, his tongue seeking out more space.
She cried out, loving the kiss but wanting, needing more.
He grabbed the hem of her dress and brought it up to her hips.
“What if I fuck you right here, against the window? Would you like that?”
She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him hard, urging her to kiss back and a beat later, he did, tamping her neediness down, turning the pace down to slow, making it known to her that he wasn’t going to let her control it.
“I want this dress off of you now.”
“Yes…” Mulberry unhooked it from around her neck, biting back on the “sir” she wanted to add to the end of that sentence.
She stood before him in her matching black bra.
He flicked down her straps, then his thumbs brushed the top of her breasts, sweeping down to her nipples.
She cried in pleasure, closing her eyes, tipping her head back.
Opening her eyes as his touch left her, she panicked that he had changed his mind.
But he smiled his sly grin at her and flung off his shirt, revealing his hard chest and tight abs.
She wanted to lick him, to taste every part of him.
Then he stepped out of his grey sweatpants.
Her mouth went dry.
Nowhere, in all the places she had ever travelled, in all the actors she had ever seen, was there a more handsome man than Nick Laurent, standing naked in front of her, his curly hair free and his glasses slightly skewed.
She reached out a trembling hand and felt his pecks, his powerful well-honed muscles.
He took his glasses off and set them on the side table.
She touched him gently, shyly at first. His skin was smooth over his ripped muscles.
He stood there as she explored his abs wall, but she felt the angst rolling off him. “You’re trying to be patient?”
“Yes.”
He stopped her as she slid down to touch his rod-hard cock. “But my patience has its limits.”
Grabbing her hand, he tucked it to his chest, pushing her back against the window, his lips clamping on her mouth, and with every pull of his lips, something unfurled in her and herself. The real her came to the forefront.
