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HARPER

J asper whispered into my ear, his voice smooth like melted butter.

“Good girl,”

These words rang like a symphony in my ears and sent a wave of excitement through me. My body was hot, and all my senses were tingling with need.

Jasper slowly walked around until he was standing in front of me. His eyes glued to mine searching for something. He wouldn’t find it if he was looking for me to get nervous and quit.

No, I wanted this. I needed this .

He reached down to grab the hem of my shirt, stopping as he grasped the thin material in his brawny hands.

“Is it okay if I take this off of you?” He waited for my response before moving again. His intentional movements eased any nervousness I was working through, helping my nerves to relax deeply.

“Yes, it’s okay.”

I raised my arms over my head, pulled it off my torso in one movement then tossed it aside. Placing my hands on his collar, I slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt one button at a time, glancing between the buttons as I tried to steady my trembling hands. He stood still, with his hands at his side allowing me the time to unfasten each one at my own pace. Slowly.

Once the last button was unfastened, I rubbed my hands up his firm abs, grazing his smooth skin with my fingertips, up to his shoulders, where I pushed the shirt down over his broad frame. He finished for me by pulling it from his wrists and tossing it in a heap next to where mine lay on the floor.

His eyes roamed my shirtless body for a moment before he raised his hand and grazed my arm with his knuckles, instinctively biting his bottom lip.

“You okay, baby?” He asked me with concern etched onto his handsome face.

“I’m okay.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes,” I felt slightly overwhelmed, but not the least bit scared. Something deep inside me knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. I felt safe.

I reached for his belt, making eye contact, before unfastening it. My hands were shaking, and my breath was unsteady.

“Be careful with that.” He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

Arrogant asshole.

His dress pants and belt fell to the floor with a thud as he stood in front of me, the outline of his glorious cock enticing me through the sheer fabric of his boxer briefs.

I deserve to feel pleasure, and I see just what kind of pleasure I can have.

“So beautiful,” I whispered, more to myself, but just loud enough for Jasper to hear me, as I stared at the canvas of a man in front of me covered in art from his neck to his pelvis.

“Yes, you are,” he responded, licking his lips. If I weren’t already blushing, I would have turned beat red.

Just enough sunlight was sneaking into the room through the curtain, lighting up the walls with the sunset’s bright colors, making his perfect form barely visible.

I looked down at myself and then looked back up at Jasper with pleading eyes.

“Maybe I should just handle this on my own?” I joked, wondering where that cheeky tone came from. Smirking, he reached down and unbuttoned my pants, and pushed them down my thighs. Kneeling before me, he slowly pulled each ankle from the tight leg of my skinny jeans.

He was still at eye level with my belly button when he reached for the waistband of my panties.

I wish I had worn something a bit sexier than some fruit of the loom, white cotton, grandma panties.

I let out a gasp as I realized he was about to remove the only thing between him and my most intimate place. He stopped immediately and looked up at me searching for permission.

I took a deep breath, and let my arms fall to my side, as I nodded for him to continue.

“I need your words, Doll.

“Please keep going.” I whimpered. I felt the tingle of goosebumps rising all over my body. I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the moment. Letting Jasper take me to a place of ecstasy and pleasure, one that I wanted, one that I asked for. Giving my body to him in a way that was my choice .