Harper

He yanks his shirt over his head, muscles rippling as he opens his jeans and shoves them down his legs. Standing there in just his dark boxers, he nods toward me. “Lose the dress.”

I sit up and pull it off in one smooth motion, completely bare underneath. His sharp inhale fills the room as he drops his boxers and wraps a hand around his thick, rigid length, stroking it deliberately.

“Touch yourself for me,” he orders, his gaze shifting hungrily between my hardened nipples and my slick, exposed pussy.

I pout up at him. “I’d rather have your hands on me.”

A low, strained laugh escapes him while...