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When Mr. Fairchild gradually pulled away from our kiss, he took a deep breath while his forehead lingered against mine, his eyes sparkling with intensity. After a brief moment, he straightened up, his fingers expertly working on the buttons of his shirt with the same intentionality he brought to everything...except this time it felt irresistibly enticing.
One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing his beautifully tanned and sculpted skin. When he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it aside, my heart raced dramatically, a sensation that almost caught in my throat.
"So, it's time for lesson three, right?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly, a hint of challenge in his tone.
I could only nod, my mind a whirlwind as my gaze fell on the stunning sight before me. I knew he was serious about fitness, most Alphas did; he had a private gym on the executive floor and a nutritionist on call...but I was not prepared for this.
