[M4F] Tell me you’d let me…

The bar is loud, but all I hear is the way your breath hitches when I brush my thumb over your wrist—just long enough to feel your pulse jump. You’ve been driving me crazy all night: the way your dress rides up when you cross your legs, the way your lips part when you take that first sip of whiskey.

I lean in, my voice rough against the shell of your ear. "You know what I’ve been imagining?" My fingers trace the hem of your skirt, slow and deliberate, almost but not quite slipping underneath. "I’ve been thinking about how good you’d look… taking these off for me. Right here. Sliding them into my pocket while you pretend you don’t know how fucking hard I am just thinking about it."

I pull back just enough to see your reaction—the flush creeping up your neck, the way your thighs press together. "No one would have to know." My hand finds your knee under the table, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "Just you… and me… and the thought of you walking out of here bare under that dress, knowing I’ve got something of yours tucked away. Something intimate."

I let my gaze drop to your lips, then lower, before meeting your eyes again. "Tell me you’d let me… and I’ll make sure you don’t leave here disappointed."

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