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He unbuttoned his pants. “I’m getting ready for you.”
“Excuse me?” I jerked back. “Have you lost your mind? Do you actually think I’m going to have sex with you right now?”
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he called out.
“Mr. Locke,” Erin greeted, walking in with a garment bag in her arms. “Here is the suit you requested.”
He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt.
I was grateful she’d interrupted us when she did, giving me a chance to calm down and see some sort of reason. What I didn’t expect was Julian’s tense body catching my attention. From his chiseled physique to every sleek muscle on his chest, arms, and back. His abs contracted, highlighting his six-pack and the V right above his happy trail.
The man was almost thirty-five-years-old and looked better than he did when he was twenty-four. His back muscles flexed as he removed the dress shirt he was wearing to the black one Erin was taking out of the garment bag.
In the matter of a few seconds, I went from wanting to rip him to shreds, to watching him undress like he was my very own private peep show.
Erin just stood there, unmoving, and I couldn’t help but feel bothered that she didn’t leave the room. Simply waiting for him to take off his suit to hand him the one he was going to wear.
How often did she see him naked?
When he started taking off his slacks, my body moved in autopilot, snatching the garment bag from her hands.
“I got it from here, Erin. You can go.”
She nodded and left, and as soon as I turned around, Julian was grinning at me like a fucking fool. I never wanted to slap the smirk off his face more than I did at that moment.
“I don’t like green on women, but jealousy suits you, kid.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“No?”
“Not at all.”
“Care to elaborate on what that was then?”
“It’s unprofessional for you to change in front of her.”
“But not unprofessional for me to change in front of you?”
“No. I’ve already seen you naked.” My reply didn’t make any sense, but it was the only one I had.
“So has Erin.”
My jaw clenched, and he chuckled noticing it.
“Professionally, of course.” With that, he grabbed the garment bag out of my hand, beginning to undress again.
Since he was busy, I regarded him with fascination, trying to pretend like I wasn’t. Mentally chastising myself that I was falling for his antics. It wasn’t until he dropped his pants that my gaze flew to where I had no business looking.
Jesus.
It looked better than I remembered. His briefs perfectly hugged the curves of his cock, and my mind reminisced on what it felt like in my mouth and inside of me. My legs swayed, trembling a little. Thinking about all the times he’d stroked it in front of me while he was going down on me.
Wetness pooled in between my legs.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you just bend over since you’re staring right at him?”
