Sandy's POV
The air in the room felt suffocating. My pulse hammered against my throat as heat coursed through my veins. Every nerve ending sparked with awareness of his penetrating stare tracking my every movement.
This was dangerous territory. I shouldn't be doing this. But stopping felt impossible now.
My legs trembled as I stood slowly. My fingertips found the delicate fabric at my hips, curling around the lace edge.
Charles sank deeper into his leather chair, his expression transforming into something predatory. His eyes became hooded slits of darkness that made my stomach clench with anticipation. I peeled the lace down my thighs, deliberately bending forward so he could see every curve, every shadow.
A rumbling sound escaped his chest, primal and barely restrained. Like a beast fighting against invisible chains.
