Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety Three

As his hand slid down the curve of her ass, she pressed against him tighter. The hand on her behind was confident, so was the erection pressing against her hip. He moved just enough to start the friction, to get her motor purring. And then he pulled away, leaving her openmouthed and disappointed.

His smile told her he wasn't finished … that he hadn't really started. His gaze told her he was going to make sure she never forgot this night.

He slipped off his tuxedo jacket, then undid his tie. She didn't move a muscle, just watched as he continued to undress. It wasn't a striptease or anything. There were no bumps, no grinds. But it was incredibly sexy to watch this man reveal himself to her piece by piece.