"...Do you want it? If you don't, I'll do it myself."
Looking at Joel Russo's restrained and abstinent handsome face, Arabella Vanderbilt bit her lip.
"Hmm?"
Arabella panted softly, her warm, subtle fragrance filling the air. Faced with such a man, she simply couldn't help herself...
Her soft, fair hand slid down from his shoulder to his open collar, her fingertips moving gently as she pulled off the tie and then started working on the buttons of his shirt.
Her fingertips inevitably brushed against Joel Russo's skin, and suddenly her breath caught, his eyes, dark and deep, watching her movements with tension, a somewhat husky voice resonated.
"Hurry up!"
Arabella paused for a moment, but her hands obediently quickened the pace. As the buttons on the shirt went lower and lower, her head lowered accordingly.
As she gazed at the alluring body being revealed before her, her face flushed, her heart raced to its limit.
