Page 11 of Captivated By You

“Take off your clothes,” he rasped, his eyes hungrily roving over my creased blouse hanging out of my skirt. “Do it slowly.”

I swallowed, licked my lips, and swallowed again. “I will if you will.”

His lips quirked up, and his fingers went to his shirt. “Together.”

Synchronized, we unfastened each button and slipped out of our shirts. I let my arms hang by my sides, and my bra fell to the carpet. I’d been right about the dusting of hair across his chest. What I hadn’t readied myself for was the muscular pecs, defined shoulder muscles, and biceps that bulged as he flexed his arms. I’d guessed he’d have a fit body, but imagining and seeing were two very different things.

And his abs… my mouth watered. Actually watered at the sight of those ridges. I’d give him anything he desired in exchange for the chance to explore each dip with my tongue.

His low-waisted pants revealed the V-shaped muscles that arrowed from his hips. A thin trail of hair led from his belly button in a straight line, disappearing from sight behind a thick black belt.

“Skirt,” he commanded.

“Pants,” I countered.

He flashed a grin and unfastened his belt, then tugged it through the loops. He tossed it onto the bed next to his tie. Flicking open the button on his trousers, he eased down the zipper as I reached behind me to unfasten my skirt.

This felt illicit, sensual, yet oh-so right. My breathing sped up, my heart working double time to manage the rate of adrenaline racing through my veins.

A trickle of sweat dripped between my shoulder blades. It wasn’t hot in here, far from it. Yet perspiration coated my skin. He hadn’t touched me since we’d entered his bedroom, and already this was the sexiest moment of my entire life. I was nothing more than a puddle of want and need and yearning that made me ache inside.

He pushed off his trousers, letting them pool at his feet. He stepped out of them, and I followed suit, kicking my skirt, where it landed on his chest. He caught it, laughing, then dropped it on the floor.

“Leave the shoes on.”

He wore tight black boxers, the outline of his cock visible through the material. A designer pair that probably cost more than my carefully chosen interview outfit.

“What about these?” I flicked the elastic on my panties.

His eyelids grew heavy. “Off.”

I slid them down my legs, wiggling my hips and praying I was coming across as seductive and sexy. Stripping wasn’t something that came naturally to me, and I’d never been with a man who’d asked me to.

Until him.

He removed his boxers, and finally, I could feast my eyes on every bare inch of him. A tremor ran through me, a tinge of trepidation at the sheer size of his dick. He was bigger, far bigger, than any man I’d been with. Not just long, but thick, too, the crown pulled tight, his slit weeping.

“You’re going to wreck me, aren’t you?”

His grin was predatory. “I certainly hope so.”

Chapter4

Asher

This wasn’t supposed to happen…

but I’m not complaining.

I’d diedand gone to heaven.

Although, “hell” was more accurate. The body on the woman standing naked before me, save for a pair of low-heeled shoes, was far too sinful to be allowed past the Pearly Gates.

It wasn’t just her physical form that devastated me, but her personality, her mind, her stunning face, and her long blonde hair that I wanted to wrap around my fist while I pounded her from behind.

She was the complete package, the perfect woman, and I hadn’t properly touched her yet. She’d asked if I was going to wreck her, and while I’d answered in the affirmative, she had it all wrong.

She was the one who could wreck me.

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