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Gemma’s gasp reached my ears, and I smirked, knowing my ego would be getting a major boost tonight.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed out.

Hazel eyes honed in on my cock standing thick and proud. Reaching down, I gripped it and squeezed, the pressure only offering a fraction of relief.

“Your turn, Kitten,” I prompted.

If I wasn’t so damn turned on, I might’ve been amused at how she remained frozen, likely wondering how in the hell I was going to make it fit. I wasn’t about to scare her and let her know it was going to take some work and several orgasms before she could even think about handling my size.

Prowling closer, I knelt before her. Skimming from her knee to her ankle, I was met with bare skin that rippled with goosebumps everywhere I touched. She was just as affected as I was by this insane chemistry we’d barely begun to explore.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Gemma stammered.

Flicking the clasp of her shoe, I guided it off her foot. “If you want to wear nothing but these come-fuck-me heels in bed, I won’t stop you, but for our purposes in the bathroom, I think it’s best we remove them.”

“Right.” Her breathing grew shallow as I drew circles on her opposite ankle with my thumb, teasing her flesh as I slipped off her second heel.

Pulling back, I offered her my hand. “Up you go.”

Palm sliding against mine, she let me ease her off the side of the tub.

“You ready?” I gave a warning tug on the tie at her waist.

Closing her eyes briefly before reopening them, she nodded.

“You’re safe,” I promised before sliding the satin through the loop. The material parted, revealing the lacy black bra and panty set beneath.

I pushed the dress off her shoulders before stepping back to survey her stunning form.

Gemma’s cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink, a lighter color than when she was angry but no less stunning.

Needing to memorize every inch, I took my time drinking her in, my eyes scanning her from head to toe.

Lush, creamy tits.

Rounded, soft belly.

Wide, grippable hips.

Thick, dimpled thighs.

That’s where I paused, my vision focusing on several straight white lines marking her upper thighs.

Sensing my focused attention on the area, Gemma moved to cover herself.

I pushed her hands away. “Don’t hide from me.”

A tiny whimper sounded, and I made sure to look her in the eyes when I said, “You are perfect, just as you are.”

And I meant it. I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.

Cupping her cheek, I nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. “You want to take off your underwear, or do you need me to do it for you?”

“I-I can do it.”

“That’s my girl.” I pressed a kiss to the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat before giving her the space she needed to bare herself to me fully.

Bracing myself on the sink, I stroked myself slowly as Gemma reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away, her full, round breasts bouncing free. I didn’t bother biting back a groan. I wanted her to know exactly how much I desired her.