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I laughed softly. He smiled when he heard it. Then his eyes dropped to my lips. The smile disappeared. The room suddenly felt smaller. My heartbeat picked up again. Henry took another step toward me. I didn't move. His gaze stayed on my mouth for another second before returning to my eyes. Then, without breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled off his shirt. I froze. I tried to look anywhere else. The wall. The window. The floor. Anywhere. But my eyes betrayed me. They traveled back to him.

“Wear this.” She took the fabric, her fingers trembling slightly, and pulled it over her head. The massive shirt swallowed her, the hem falling to her mid-thigh. As she stood up the massive shirt covered her naked body, my stoic mask nearly slipped. She looked striking in my clothes. And for a moment, I wanted to lift that fucking shirt up, pin her against a wall and take her on another round. My cock twitched, tempted by the sight of her hard nipples throbbing through the shirt.

The way my body completely shattered in his arms. My face turned bright red in the empty room. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling a sudden, heavy rush of wetness pool between my legs just from the memory of my first climax. The mate pull was terrifying. It made me crave his touch again, right now. But I couldn't let my father find out. If Alpha Eric saw me wearing his best friend's shirt, he would ask questions I couldn't answer. I reluctantly pulled the shirt over my head. The sudden loss of his scent made my chest ache.

I snapped, then grabbed his collar and kissed him. In the novel, the elevator ride was supposed to be long enough for the hero and heroine to make out for three pages. Just as things were getting heated— Ding. The doors slid open. A crowd of employees stood outside, frozen in shock. They all gasped at the same time.

More erotic. His rough hand snaked beneath the fabric of my shirt, making a slow trail of goosebumps appear as he made his way to my swollen breasts, “Fucking perfect,” he grits out, kneading and massaging my skin. “I want to explore every last inch of this body, Erin,” Azure’s teeth drag across my bottom lip. He moves until he’s on his knees, straddling my body, “Take your shirt off,” he orders, watching me through a hooded gaze.

Then, slowly, she walked closer to him until she was standing directly in front of him with their faces only an inch apart. Eros looked up at her, his brows furrowing. “Take your shirt off me,” Adriana suddenly said, her voice even. Eros blinked, caught off guard by her request, before amusement eventually flashed across his face. “With pleasure,” he murmured, his fingers moving instantly on her chest. As he unfastened each button of his shirt, starting from the top, his knuckles brushed against Adriana’s slightly exposed boobs. She shivered at his touch, but her gaze remained steady.

Patricia grabbed his wrist as he reached for the hem of her shirt, her eyes filled with desperation, pleading for mercy. ​ “No. I have to do it.” With one swift motion, her shirt was ripped off. Moments later, his elastic-waist shorts followed suit. Patricia let out a sob, overwhelmed with helplessness. She wasn't wearing a single piece of underwear; everything was as naked as he was. And worse than that, he was stirring her emotions into a frenzy. ​ “D... don't...” His hot fingers intruded into her aching core. They pierced through quickly. A sharp pain shot through her, but it quickly turned into an overwhelming wave of desire that made her body writhe uncontrollably.

“Why does it feel right, Jace?” Because it did. God help me, it really did. She didn’t wait for me to continue. She pulled me with her, our lips still locked, her fingers clutching my shirt like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go. She reached for the hem of my shirt, her fingers slightly trembling, and the clumsy haste of her movements was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. I ripped the shirt over my head, tossing it blindly toward the armchair, and reached for the hem of her shirt.

on his shirt are ripped off, and his sexy chest as well as his abs are shining brighter than her future! He’s looking at her putting on a disgusting expression. She keeps looking at his abs, still holding the collar of his shirt while choking on her saliva. “Don’t tell me you are looking at this puppy’s abs!” he says to her, and then she comes to her senses. She quickly spares his shirt, but her cheeks turn red out of embarrassment. “I-I’m extremely sorry.” “Y-your shirt is all torn!” she tells him, but making her choke again, he removes the shirt from his body. “Argh, what are you doing?” she asks him. He places his torn shirt on her hand. “What will I do with it?” “Keep it with you; you w

Her cool hand wrapped around his hot flesh as his hands went to her zipper. There was now a mad rush on for both of them to get the other out of their clothes. He pulled his shirt off over his head before tearing the four thousand dollar shirt from her body. "Hurry, I want you inside me now-now-now." He bit her nipple and pushed two fingers up inside her.