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I hesitate, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
"Victoria," he growls.
My body shivers, and I reach back and unhook the clasp on my bra.
The cups slide free.
My breasts spill out, my nipples painfully tight, but his eyes stay locked on mine.
It's somehow much more intimate and personal than if he were staring at my breasts.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs. "Now the rest."
The breath shudders out of me.
Then, with shaky fingers, I hook them into the waistband of the panties.
I can smell myself, my arousal.
I know he can, too. It would be hard not to.
He's breathing harder now.
The fabric slips down, and I step out of it.
His gaze drops.
My sex is slick and swollen.
I can feel his eyes on it.
"Bene."
Good.
That voice.
God, that voice.
"Shoes too," he says.
I kick my heels off and step out of the puddle of clothes around me.
I'm naked.
Absolutely, completely naked.
In his office. In front of a floor-to-ceiling window.
During the day, the sunlight reflects off of it, but I've never looked back in the evening when I was driving off.
Can people see in?
Does he have privacy film on the glass?
My entire body is vibrating.
And I've never been so turned on in my life. Even last week doesn't compare.
