My hands shook as I rose to my feet; my legs were unsteady.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, each one undoing with a soft click that echoed in the silent room. The fabric slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace bra and skirt.

Damien's eyes darkened, his cock twitching as he reached behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall away.

My breasts spilled free, full and heavy, my nipples tight, painful peaks. Damien's breath hitched, his hand ...