My nervousness disappeared as I purred seductively. “I know you want me….” My own lust-filled eyes scanned his body. “But I think you have too many clothes on, Julian.”
With a wicked leer, he removed his shirt and tossed it to the chair beside my bed. “How about now?” His eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Let’s see.” My gaze moved up his chest down to his erection straining against his jeans. The urge to trace down his chiseled abs with my fingertips was powerful, and I paid close attention to every detail of each ridge. His muscles constricted at my gentle touch.
“Umm.” I ran my tongue over my lips, and raising my eyebrow seductively, I shook my head. “Yeah, still too many clothes.” Once my fingers had traipsed down his abs to the waist of his jeans, I popped the top button. My hands reached for the pull on his zipper, and with each movement slow and concise, I pulled it down. Holy hell, Christmas came early…he’s gone commando today.
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