“Amber,” I repeat, letting my eyes devour her like she’s on display in a store window. I linger on her breasts, those still-stiff nipples. I swear to god, they pop a little more as I stare. “Pretty name. Take off your dress, Amber.” She looks momentarily surprised, her eyebrows rising. “I said take it off,” I growl. “I want to see you naked. I don’t fuck what I haven’t inspected.”
