"Present yourself." Marcus ordered, his intense gray eyes never leaving hers.
Without hesitating, Samantha slowly approached Marcus, her dead heart might as well be pounding in her chest with the nervousness she felt. She stopped a few feet away from him, her eyes locked on his as she tried to decipher his intentions.
His gaze was unwavering, and she felt a shiver run up and down her spine.
With trembling hands, she began unbuttoning her blouse, feeling exposed under his penetrating stare. As the fabric fell away, she stood before him in only her lace lingerie, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.
Marcus stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her jaw before sliding down her neck to rest on her collarbone. Samantha closed her eyes, relishing the touch of his fingers on her skin.
