It took Ian a good fifteen minutes to remove Eden’s jewelry, the girdle used to camouflage her belly and the rest of her underwear. 

Every button, every cuff, every untied ribbon earned her a kiss, a caress, a touch of the lips or tongue. 

Eden burned with anticipation, with desire. Her nipples were swollen and tender, and their hard tips awaited the mouth that would cover them. 

Finally, Eden was left with only her stockings and garters her husband had bought for her. 

She opened her eyes to see Ian kneeling at her feet. 

Eden closed her eyelids as she felt Ian undo the ribbons and slide her stockings down...