Devon’s disunited lips kept agape as he approached the bedroom in a slow stride, his eyes discovering every detail of her aesthetic as she ceased her own steps at the base of the bed, with her back remaining turned to him. Her fingers pulled the zipper of her dress leisurely, as he was offered the sight of her lingerie emerging for his inspection. For hours, he had thought of just what it was she had chosen in that upscale boutique; his only clue having been the peek of her garter belt prior to their arrival to the fundraiser.
His eyes refused to divide from her; with the only exception having been the necessary blinking, as he feared he would miss something she would choose to reveal to him. Instead, he watched her guide the sequined fabric of her gown to her hips, until using her point
