Page 25 of Lady and the Hitman

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But I did.

I felt the air shift.

Then something soft brushed my skin. Silk. He was tying something over my eyes.

The blindfold.

“You said yes,” he reminded me. “Before you even knew what it was.”

I nodded, swallowing hard.

Darkness wrapped around me.

I heard the soft thud of his knees hitting the carpet.

Then felt his breath on my inner thigh.

I gasped.

He didn’t touch me.

Not directly.

He just hovered. Close enough that I could feel his presence, his heat. Close enough that my body started to rock forward of its own accord.

But he held me still with nothing but his voice.

“Stay.”

I froze.

He dragged his breath along my skin like it was a touch. My dress shifted.

A single finger traced the hem.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured.

I whimpered.

Still, he didn’t touch.

Not where I needed.

Not yet.

“You’ll learn patience, Zara.”

My hips shifted, desperate, but he moved away. The air cooled. The absence made me ache.

He returned to his seat like nothing had happened.

I sat there, blindfolded and trembling.

Burning.

“You can take it off now.”

I did.

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