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“Not yet,” he tellsa step backward “You’ll have to earn that”

I lick my lips, anxious to do whatever’s necessary to earn it I still can’t believe I’ irl … But he’s so daood looks; no, it goes deeper than that One hard look into his eyes is enough to realize that Arsen Hawke is more than just ahere, in the presence of a man who seems so perfect it’s alle one of his words? Sure, I won’t let hiht now I can’t help but submit

Arsen takes another step back and loosens his tie, opening the top button of his shirt as his eyes wander all over le inch of naked skin infor more

“Turn around,” he tellsno room for hesitation Theon ainst my chest “Your dress, take it off Slowly”

I take one deep breath,the straps ofoveraround ers on it, I swaythe fabric fall down s into a heap at my feet

His shoes click across the floor as he takes one step toward es and re for ertips over the dimples in my lower back, and then he runs theers across the edge ofonly to undo the clasp there He does it with one singleover my breasts

I half-expect him to pull the straps down my shoulders, but instead he takes one step back “Take it off,” he co by themselves in response I push the straps down ht on top of my dress My nipples are hard, alers, mouth, and skin on them

For a long second, he says nothing I closeed with electricity I can al off, and still he waits, letting the fire of anticipation rage in both of our bodies

“You look so fucking perfect,” he says, ainst o to the wall and I unconsciously jut ainst his crotch I sigh deeply as I feel his thick shape straining against his pants, pulsing with desire and lust He laceshis forear his hips at est I have ever felt… And let et to feel a lot of cocks

I sway ainst my ass cheeks as Ifingers only stopping when they h—he hooks the, and pulls viciously Just one pull and he tearsoff asp

His lips are onin et hi to place rabsmy whole arm behind my back

“You want it that ainst the hold he has on

“I do,” I respond, leaning forward and pressing rows heavier The o of me He takes two steps back, the absence of his body on mine almost too painful to endure R

eacting on instinct, I turn onme follow after him

“Stop,” he says firmly, and I stop dead in my tracks We’re just a few inches away, and that is alh to drive me insane—to know that I could just reach for his shirt and start peeling it off of hiain responding without his co to be filtered by my brain I don’t knohat it is about him, but the moment he speaks, I do it As soon as ain, ainst his pants “How bad do you want it?”