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ELEANOR
“And you will.”
I halted my movements, feeling Dante’s body stiffen in anticipation beneath me. A sly smile curved my lips as I leaned back, letting my hands brush slowly over his chest one last time before I slid off his thighs.
I moved with deliberate slowness, my body teasingly close, watching the frustration and desire flicker in his darkened eyes.
Standing beside the bed, I looked down at him, my expression mischievous and challenging. With a deliberate slowness, I reached for the waistband of my panties, my fingers slipping under the delicate fabric.
I tugged them down slowly, my eyes never leaving his. Dante’s gaze followed my every movement, his breath coming in short, shallow pants as he watched me.
I let the panties fall to the floor, stepping out of them
