[His eyes followed her hands setting her project aside. His arms felt so light as they eased into following suit, getting all that away. With his hands unburdened they were on her, practically magnetic as he shifted closer. His blush was a rush of heat over his face. Something in him sighed in relief- he'd been watching her and damn near wanting to burst himself, especially when she seemed to look with confusion and dismay in the mirror.]
...God, I thought you'd never ask. Arms up...
[Fuck, the way she looked at him... he was half-hard already. Why did some of those colleagues never speak of their spouses? He had to wonder... but as far as he was concerned, he'd rather spend his evenings giving a slow, thorough reminder of how his own mate got to be in her condition in the first place. With his thumbs sliding beneath her shirt, he ran his hands up her body and let the fabric bunch, taking it with them up and off.]
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...God, I thought you'd never ask. Arms up...
[Fuck, the way she looked at him... he was half-hard already. Why did some of those colleagues never speak of their spouses? He had to wonder... but as far as he was concerned, he'd rather spend his evenings giving a slow, thorough reminder of how his own mate got to be in her condition in the first place. With his thumbs sliding beneath her shirt, he ran his hands up her body and let the fabric bunch, taking it with them up and off.]