Today is Thursday and as promised I have created another amazing prize pack to try and win. This week I will be giving away your choice of either Ready, Willing, or And Able as well as some heart cased lipstick and some bath goodies.
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Her eyes snapped dark fire at him. “Fine.” She yanked her jacket off, the thin cotton of her blouse not enough to hide nipples still hard from their time on the elevator.
She started unbuttoning it. “If you need the juvenile thrill of having me naked while you are dressed, I’ll take my darn clothes off.”
“You’re pretty mouthy for a woman who is supposed to be learning how to cooperate more fully with her boss.”
“I am cooperating,” she practically growled. “Can’t you tell?” She ripped the shirt off and tossed it on the floor.
He didn’t watch to see where it landed; his focus was too fixed on the beauty of her creamy breasts revealed in the stretchy lace cups of her bra. “That’s a scandalous piece of underwear.”
She shrugged. “No one can see it under the blouse and jacket.”
“I’m seeing it now.”
She reached behind her to unfasten it. “For a second longer anyway.”
She froze with her hands behind her back, a question in her eyes. Her delicate curves pressed forward in an intensely erotic display, the blush of arousal unmistakable on her fair skin.
“Peel it away slowly.”
Her breath hitched and she did as he said, revealing the flawlessness of her form one delicious centimeter at a time, until she finally let the bra fall to the floor.
He sucked in air, but he felt like all the oxygen had gone missing from his immediate vicinity. “You’re perfect.”
“I don’t feel as vulnerable as I thought I would.”
“Why should you? I’m the one ready to have a heart attack.”
She laughed, the sound soft and ultra-feminine. Was she amused by him?
He couldn’t drag his gaze from her gorgeous breasts to tell. They were small, but deliciously round and firm with tip-tilted nipples that were turgid points, colored a deep red from the blood rushing through them.
He wanted to taste those tantalizing berries, but that would have to wait. “Now the skirt.”
Without so much as blinking, she reached behind her and undid the button and zipper. The sound of it sliding down set of a burst of libidinous hormones in his body, making his muscles clench in primal preparation for taking his mate.
She shimmied it down her hips and it too fell to the carpet, revealing curls more red than the hair on her head. They were fluffy from his earlier ministrations and he knew if he touched them, she would quiver just as she had in the elevator.
He walked toward her, the draw of her body an irresistible pull. She wasn’t the vulnerable one right now. He was because he needed to touch her more than he needed to breathe, more than he needed to eat to survive, more than he needed warmth, or shelter or satisfaction in his job. He could live without those things, but he couldn’t live without touching her.
When he reached her, he reached out and shocked himself by not touching the erogenous zones on her body, the parts of her now revealed to his gaze for the first time.
He cupped the side of her face with one hand and pressed his other one against her heart. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”