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He lets me go, his eyes fixed on mine.
I slip the jacket off and let it drop to the floor.
My heart is racing.
My hands are shaking.
But he's watching me like he'll never look away.
I reach for the top button of my shirt and pop it.
He inhales, and I can feel his gaze like a physical caress.
Then the next one.
And the next.
The air feels charged, the tension between us so tight it's painful.
His hands are still loose at his sides, but I can feel the power in his body.
It's like he's restraining himself.
Restraining himself from reaching out and tearing my clothes off.
And oh, God, does that thought turn me on.
My fingers slip the last button free, and I let the shirt slide off.
It falls beside my blazer.
The room is warm, but still the air is a shock against my bare skin.
My nipples are tight, hard peaks.
He sees it.
His gaze lingers for a moment.
Then lifts.
"Is this it?" he says.
My breath comes a little faster.
I shake my head and reach for the zipper on my skirt.
The rasp of the metal fills the air.
Then the skirt is sliding over my hips and pooling at my feet.
Leaving me in a matching green bra and panty set.
"I'm really enjoying the surprises you have under these clothes,cara."
His eyes rake over me, hot and possessive.
Then he lifts his eyes to mine and waits.
