He walks into the middle of the room and undresses, flinging pieces of clothing in every direction until Ivy’s uncertainty cracks into a tiny smile. Dair loves it. I’ve never seen him look at anyone with the soft, warm regard he has for the little curve of her lips. He doesn’t bother walking into the room before kicking his shoes off and following Bast’s lead. His black suit pants go flying onto the sofa. His dress shirt to the plush padded bench at the foot of the bed. The bastard even takes off his underwear—paying no mind to how Ivy’s eyes widen and snag on his half-hard dick while he
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