She didn’t knock. She wouldn’t, not now. But when she stepped into the doorway, he couldn’t resist peeking up at her through his lashes.
The measurements Rosalind had given him had been perfect. The leather pants looked like they’d been painted onto Noelle’s generous curves, and she’d brought knee-high stiletto boots that she wore over them. He knew the back of the top was just a series of horizontal straps, but seeing her breasts straining against the scoop neck and the hard outline of her n*****s through the leather made his mouth run dry.
Noelle stopped in front of him, tilting her head as her gaze swept over him. When it lingered on the collar, a small smile played on her lips, but she didn’t say a word until her focus came to rest on his c**k.
“I knew picking a smaller size would b
