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His hand trailed from her inner thigh, up her stomach, over the curve of her breast, and finally to her neck, where he gripped firmly.
Emma gasped, startled and choked, but she was also aroused by the sudden intensity.
"Let's try out the gift," Bright whispered playfully, his voice low and tantalizing. To Emma's dismay, her knees went weak as he slowly undressed her, his fingers grazing her skin with deliberate slowness. Each piece of clothing fell away, leaving her feeling both vulnerable and electrified.
"I know you like it," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Do I?" Emma's voice was a breathless whisper, betraying the thrill running through her.
