Alec walked to the wet bar and returned with two crystal flutes and an ice bucket. A bottle of nestled inside.
He sauntered to the sitting area and lowered the bucket.
Pop! He opened the bottle, poured into the glasses.
He came up behind me and kissed my neck, then offered me one of the flutes. “For you.”
“Thank you,” I murmured as I collected it.
The chilled drink trickled down my throat as I drank.
Alec gulped his, then brushed a kiss on my shoulder. “How does this come off?”
He was asking about my dress.
“Zipper. At the back,” I breathed.
His breath fanned my ear. Fingers found the hidden seam, and slowly, he tugged it down... just enough for me to take over.
“Can you dance for me?” he asked, his voice low and full of sin.
I turned around and faced him. “Dance?”
“Strip. Slow
