"You're not going to tease me and stop there, are you?"
She didn't answer. Didn't have to.
The look in her eyes said everything.
She knew what he wanted. And she was ready to give him just that.
She reached up, hooked a finger beneath the thin strap of her nightgown, and let it fall from one shoulder.
Then the other.
The gown didn't fall completely—not yet—but it dipped low enough to reveal the upper swell of her breasts, the line of her cleavage deepening with every breath.
The fabric clung to her nipples still, but just barely—thin enough that the dark pink peaks showed through. She inhaled, her chest rising—her tits shifting just enough to jiggle softly.
Julian groaned, shifting in the chair, and the motion made his cock throb violently under the thin pants. The tip was already soaked with precum, the bulge straining almost painfully.
"Take it off," he growled.
