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“That’s not good,” Tess said. “What kind of woman are you starting to think I am, instead?”

Before he could answer, she grabbed his wrists again. Quickly, she lifted his hands from the front of her waist up to her breasts. From there, he hastily experienced how soft and inviting they were. His palms felt the stiffness of her nipples through her dress, and his cock trembled because of it.

Swept up in a whirlwind of heady lust, Liam answered without considering the ramifications of his response.

“A total seductress. That’s why I want to fuck you every time I lay eyes on you. Today, tomorrow, a year from now. I’ll never stop wanting you.”

Looking over her shoulder at him while she’d waited for his response, Tess’s eyes widened. She breathed in strongly. A moment later, she bit down on her lower lip.

“I see.” Her gaze flared with rousing heat but also soothing affection. “Well, there’s nothing stopping you tonight.” She grinned. “Except for this dress of mine.”

Liam felt his heart thud inside his throat. “Then let me take it off of you.”

“If you want to, you can. Today, tomorrow, and perhaps even a year from now.”

I love you.

He nearly blurted the potentially catastrophic words before he could clamp his teeth shut. Just barely, he withheld them. His heart ached for him to stop dancing around it; she had to know how deeply his feelings ran for her by now, too. With the affection and lust pouring out of her gaze as she looked over her shoulder, the stars felt nearly aligned for him to finally confess his true feelings.

Nearly.

Liam stuffed down the desire, uncertain how it might affect their evening, which was already headed toward somewhere spectacular. He’d get there. They’d get there. He promised himself as much.

But for now, for tonight, the feelings they’d already shared would be enough.

“I want to,” he said, kissing the nape of her neck. “So help me do it. I don’t want to mess up your dress.”

“Good,” she said, humming contentedly as his lips left their mark. “Because I want to wear it in front of you some other times, too.”

Removing a sundress wasn’t so hard. Removing a cocktail dress wasn’t so hard. Even an evening dress like this might not have been such a struggle if it’d been another woman inside of it.

But with the body Tess Williams possessed, their four hands battled covetous satin for well over a minute. She’d escaped the crisscrossing straps easily enough. That exposed her breasts, not that Liam, still standing behind her, could yet benefit from that fact.

Dragging the dress down her curvaceous hips proved a far more challenging task.

“Now you know why it took me so long to change,” Tess said as they fought with her dress. “I wasn’t quite so… fit when I last wore this dress. I was a little worried I might not be the right size for it anymore.”

“What a tragedy,” Liam said, ogling her butt as it pressed back as they tried to shimmy the dress beyond her hips and butt.

Tess snorted. With enough carefully applied force, they finally forced her dress to capitulate before their commands. Using a little more force, they could then let gravity do the rest. The dress pooled around her feet just moments later.

From her toned calves to her slender shoulders, he indulged in every titillating inch of her sublime body. There wasn’t a speck of imperfection to be discovered, not that he was looking for any. His admiration for her ensured he looked honestly and lustfully whenever the chance to see her naked body appeared before him.

“I think it’s your turn,” Tess pointed out, turning so he could admire her front half.

Aware that he’d never have survived the heat awaiting him had he worn them upstairs, he’d left his winterwear downstairs. So, Tess needed only to grasp the hem of his long-sleeved shirt to begin the process of baring his upper half. Arms going up, eyes remaining glued to her gorgeous lips, he let her tug it off and toss it to the ground. He leaned in to claim those lips as she began fiddling with his pants’ waistband.

Their tongues clashed, passion burgeoning between the contact. Another bit of contact caused him to straighten like a board.

“Nice and big, like always,” Tess cooed, pressing her hand against the outline of his cock. The other tugged down his pants and boxers, freeing his length as she’d done in her car a little while ago.

“You’re always to blame for that,” he whispered breathlessly.

“Always?I’m sure I can assign at least a little blame to a few other women you’ve been around recently.”

His face heated up, which caused Tess to grin. Kissing him more passionately, she helped him wriggle out of the remainder of his clothes. Once they were both naked, their bodies mingled, arms wrapping around necks or tracing hourglass curves. Liam greedily pulled her closer, feeling the stiffness of her nipples against his chest. His hands spilled across her body elatedly, and each new inch proved as perfect as the last.

“This way,” she purred, moving them away from the clothes on the ground around their feet.




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