Chapter 23

As he decided, he was here to make love, not to chat.

Instead, he focused his fingers on the bodice of her skirt, tugging.

Its zipper ripped with seemingly little effort from him and he let the skirt fall, it pooling around her legs.

Sketchy clothes. Easy access... Just do it, Michel. What are you waiting for?

Kaylin jumped with each touch of his hand and bit her lower lip, as he traced his fingers up her back, playing with the black button that held it in place, pondering once more at the time.

Why are you hesitant? Do it.

He let go of her, unbuttoned his vest, threw it aside, and kicked off his shoes.

“Undress me,” Michel said, his voice leaving no room for protest.

Maybe she can just help him through it?

Kaylin eagerly stepped forward and knelt in front of him, unbuttoning his shirt, and fumbling for a moment with his belt before steadying his fingers enough to unfasten it along with the buttons and buckle his scissors.