Page 83 of Guarding the Singer

Selene nodded, but the movement was stilted. "They work standing at the table."

He nodded. "Good to know." He moved his hand from her waist, drawing his hands down her thighs to her knees.

The fabric felt like silk with a slight rasp against his palms.

"I think it's time that I stop pretending that this is just during the film, Sel. I want this. I want you."

"Yeah?"

He moved closer and the fabric's texture only added to the sensations he was feeling and when he looked down at his hands, he smiled.

"How much movement do you have in this?"

He swept his thumbs down and spread her thighs apart.

He only made it a few inches before the skirt made it impossible to go any more.

William looked up into her eyes and saw how her expression had changed.

Instead of shock, he saw anticipation.

The bright light in her eyes had darkened and her deeper breaths made her breasts rise and fall while still encased in the tight fit of her gown.

"Lean back a little, baby. Put your hands on the table behind you."

She didn't question it. She just reached her hands back and braced herself.

He lifted his chin at her. "Lift your hips."

Fuck. He loved the way she listened to him. Trusted him.

He was going to make it worth her while.

She lifted her hips off of the table and he went to work, quickly parting the skirt up using the thigh-high slit in the gown and when that didn't stretch any more, he lifted it up under her up to her hips. And when she sat back down, he saw it.

The barely there scrap of fabric between her legs and tiny little straps that went up high, still under the body of her dress.

"A thong."

He looked up at her.

"That's all?"

She lowered her gaze to the bodice of her dress and then back up to his. "That's all that would fit in this dress."

"I promised to help you out of it."

Before she could say a word, he ran his hands under the sides of her dress and his fingers found the straps of her thong.

"Let's get this off, Sel. Can you lift up-"

He smiled when she lifted her hips again and he made quick work of dragging it off of her legs.

"Oh god," she gasped as she sat back down. "The table."

His mouth quirked up at one corner. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure it's clean before we leave."

He saw her eyes widen again and his hands moved back under her dress to grasp her hips and pull her to the edge of the table.

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