He moved toward me slowly, deliberately, giving me time to protest, to leave, to take back my agreement.Instead, I stood my ground.When he reached me, he didn't kiss me immediately. Instead, he simply looked at me, his eyes raking over my body."You're so beautiful when you're uncertain," he said. "You, who are so confident at the poker table. But now, alone with me, you're not so sure. Are you?""No," I admitted. "I'm not.""Good," he said. "Because I'm going to make sure that by the time I'm done with you, you know exactly what you're dealing with."He reached for my dress and began lowering the zipper slowly, deliberately. When it fell to the floor, I was left in just my underwear and heels."Leave the heels on," he commanded. "I want to see you like that. Powerful. Dangerous. Mine."He began removing his own clothes, his movements deliberate, giving me time to appreciate what I was seeing. His chest was muscular, defined, covered in a light dusting of dark hair. His abs were the
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