8. AMBER

I bit my lips and watched him pull off his tie. His shirt followed suit.

“That dress did everything I’d imagined in my head.” He swore. “Turn around Amber.”

I did as he said; the movement bringing me closer to him. Carefully, he pulled the stylish hook holding my dress together, and all the straps fell away, taking the fabric with them.

My dress found its way to the floor. “Fuck.” I barely heard him swear under his breath.

Aside from my panties, I was naked. My nipples strained painfully, as if inching me to move even closer and maybe fall into Emmett’s arm.

Dressed in black pants only, he was indeed fucking tempting. He placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him. His eyes roamed my body, and he flashed a devilish smile.

“Amber,” he purred. “I don’t want to see any part of your body covered.”

I obeyed him, of course. Barely ten seconds later, I was completely naked, with my back to him. He walked away from me toward the wardrobe.

Then he pulled out something, a door.