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My cock twitches inside my pants, and the urge to touch her, to take this so much further, hits me hard. But first, I want to see where she’s willing to go.

“Enjoying the view?” I ask, my tone laced with irony as my gaze travels over her body without restraint.

She answers with a playful wink, slipping her hand into mine and pulling me to my feet. I let her, carefully raising my arms so I don’t spill my whiskey.

“I need to see everything to decide whether I like it,” she says, a satisfied smile curving one corner of her mouth.

It should be impossible for a voice to sound this provocative. Her accent has always affected me, but tonight it’s almost intoxicating. No one could hear it and remain sane.

I chuckle quietly and let my expression tell her I’m not about to stop her.

Without the slightest hesitation, she hooks her fingers beneath the waistband of my pants and slides them down, letting them pool around my ankles.

I catch my lower lip between my teeth, forcing myself to stay composed.

Sensing the brief opening, she presses a hand to my chest, guiding me back into the armchair, then she lowers gracefully onto her knees. A second later, she slips my pants the rest of the way off.

Now I’m left in nothing but my boxers, my shirt hanging open as I look down at her kneeling in front of me.

I spread my legs wider and wait for her next move.

She has to stop eventually.

How far is she really willing to take this?

“You wanted a show, Zayn,” she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. “I’ll give you one.”

Fuck.

With intentional movements that are no less provocative, she reaches for the zipper running along the side of her dress and slowly pulls it down. Raising her arms, she lets the fabric slip to the floor, stepping free of it, leaving her standing in nothing but red lace thong panties and nude adhesive cups covering her breasts.

If I was hard before, now I’m rock hard, the outline unmistakable beneath my boxers. A problem I’ll have to deal with soon.

What a fucking sight.

Selene Diaconescu is perfection.

Her sun-kissed skin, impossibly narrow waist, beautifully shaped breasts, and soft, curving hips and ass seem almost unreal.

There isn’t a single part of her body I haven’t admired at least three times already. And the urge to touch her, to let my tongue trace every inch of her skin, feels as instinctive as breathing.

“You’re a damn pixie, Selene,” I murmur, unable to hide my awe. “I swear you’re not real.”

Without pause, she drags her tongue across her upper lip, holding my gaze captive. Then she peels the adhesive cups from her breasts and tosses them in my direction.

I don’t give them a glance. Not when what’s standing in front of me—so close, yet still out of reach—is the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. Her nipples are already taut, inviting every forbidden thought racing through my mind.

Mine.

She takes two unhurried steps backward until the backs of her knees meet the bed. Turning gracefully, she climbs onto the mattress and crawls to the headboard, settling against it with a satisfied expression on her face.

She’s still wearing those high sandals, a detail that makes her look both innocent and utterly sinful at the same time.

And as I watch her, I know exactly how this night is going to end.

After all, I’ve waited for this for far too many fucking years.

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