[ His breathing is slow and unsteady as she works her way up his neck, and fuck, that laugh nearly undoes him, and he grasps her tighter, fingers digging into soft skin. There's an odd moment where he's not entirely sure if what she said is what he actually heard, or if it was just a result of very wishful thinking. His brain catches up with a startling click, like a stretched rubberband snapping back into shape. ]
Don't get me wrong. [ Still he sounds too breathless for his own liking. His voice is shaking, and he's cursing himself for showing his hand way too early; he used to be so much better at controlling himself. ] You look damn good in that suit, but I'm pretty sure I'd like you even better without it.
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Don't get me wrong. [ Still he sounds too breathless for his own liking. His voice is shaking, and he's cursing himself for showing his hand way too early; he used to be so much better at controlling himself. ] You look damn good in that suit, but I'm pretty sure I'd like you even better without it.