"Ughhhh…" Laura groaned, hating herself for even feeling this way.
She had tried so hard to keep her composure, to remind herself that none of this should matter—but her body betrayed her.
Her hands shook slightly as she reached for Ross's business suit, slowly undoing the buttons.
Every movement felt deliberate, almost sacred, as if time itself had slowed down around them.
When the jacket finally fell to the floor, she hesitated, swallowing hard as her eyes roamed over his bare chest.
Muscles rippled lightly under his skin, strong and defined, and a flush of heat rushed through her.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, betraying her thoughts, betraying her willpower.
Her gaze fell lower, to his pants, and a surge of uncertainty gripped her.
Could she really go further? The thought made her stomach twist, half nervousness, half anticipation.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
