In the dimly lit lounge, Elizabeth watched as her lover expertly removed her peep-toe pumps. Her heart raced with anticipation as she took a sip of her cocktail, the sweet and sour mix lingering on her tongue. Her gaze drifted back to him, his broad shoulders and toned arms catching her attention once more. She couldn't help but wonder what he looked like without his suit jacket.
As if reading her mind, he slipped off his jacket, revealing a crisp white shirt that clung to his chest. His lips curled into a smirk, and she felt a jolt of arousal at the sight. He sauntered over to her, his steps slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on hers. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his.
Finally, he reached her, and with a gentle brush of his fingers against hers, he helped her to her feet.
