“Strip.”
One word. One word said in a hushed, flat voice, and a shiver rolled through Anna, half fear, half anticipation of what his fury would do next.
The temperature seemed to dip further, matching the chill in his eyes.
She said nothing as she unbuttoned her silk blouse, her heart pounding.
Jason ripped his shirt off, discarding it carelessly, his jaw tight.
By the time she shrugged her blouse off and unhooked her brassiere, Jason was stark naked, his c**k standing erect between his thighs.
She'd forgotten just how big he was, how swollen his tip was.
She gulped, a mix of awe and apprehension coursing through her as he wrapped a hand around his base and pumped slowly.
She zipped her jeans, then froze when he rasped, “Come here.”
She closed the space between, the breeze
