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Fuck me.

I backed up a few inches, needing to take in this view.

“Man”—I shook my head—“I’m one lucky motherfucker.”

The dress had looked exquisite on her, but what was underneath was even better. Sydney in just her skin was a whole different level of sexy. All curves and dips and muscle. The gap between her thighs just as pronounced as I’d dreamed about at the bar.

My stare dipped to her feet and slowly rose, and I moaned, “Magnificent,” as I reached her face.

“You’re too much.”

“Nah.” I paused, my cock fucking throbbing. “My words barely do you justice.”

A flushness moved across her cheeks as she said, “Get over here.”

Once I was within reach, she began to unbutton my shirt, working her way down my chest. My sports coat and shirt dropped at the same time. She didn’t stop until the only thing covering me was my boxer briefs. That was when her movements slowed, peeling the shorts down my legs until they fell.

“Good God,” she whispered, gradually looking down, viewing my chest, abs. La