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Yvonne's POV

I wanted him more than I had ever wanted another man. I was yanking his shirt off as fast as I could, wanting to get my mouth on all that hot skin.

His hands were roaming over my body, before he spun me around.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, and I stopped. I didn’t even draw a breath as he slowly unzipped my dress.

I had picked my lingerie with him in mind. It was a lot of ribbons and very little fabric. It was not my normal style, but when I had seen the little black number hanging in the window of the adult store, I knew I had to have it.

“What the fuck is this?” he growled low in his throat, pushing the dress from my shoulders before slowly turning me back around to face him.

I smiled. “I picked it out for you.”

He reached out and ran a hand over one of the thin strips of fabric that formed an X over each nipple. The strip connected to a few more ribbons that crossed over my ribs to that tiny black bit of fabric between my legs.

“I like it. Walk for me,” he ordered.

I looked