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"Then take my sweater off," he instructed.

But she felt so weak that she couldn’t have moved from the spot, drowning in sweet anticipation.

"No." He smiled. "So you’re going to defy me, are you, Vivian? You’re going to force me to strip for you?"

The roles were now reversed and, wordlessly, she nodded, watching with unbearable excitement as he peeled the sweater off and tossed it aside, then began to unbuckle the belt of his black jeans, his eyes not leaving her face.

He kicked his shoes off, then unzipped the trousers slowly, provocatively, wincing very slightly as they rasped down over the undisguisable evidence of how aroused he was, and despite her hunger, her excitement, color flared in Vivian's cheeks and he smiled.

"Am I making you feel shy?" he purred

"A little." she replied.

He slid the jeans down over the hard, muscular shafts of his thighs, kicking them off impatiently, until he was wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, their silken sheen emphasizing the