Cynthia genuinely tried not to look, but the cunning man was keen on giving her a full-fledged strip show.
He started with the cuff buttons on his sleeves, his long fingers that twirled around the buttons in a sophisticated way, or maybe the veins that bulged out of his hand in the most muscular way… somehow, George made that little look more sensual than many other things Cynthia's eyes had seen over the years.
Her big green eyes followed his hand until it brushed over his stubble once, it was rough from linking night and day without having the opportunity to shave yet. He half smiled, super satisfied with his physical influence over her, flashing one of the dimples that she liked so much.
Cynthia swallowed.
His big hands made quick work of unbuttoning the first few buttons over his neck and chest, when he slowed down the process into a sensual tempo again, Cynthia averted her eyes.
