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clapping her hands in victory.
    “Don’t get cocky,” he said, but his reprimand was more
teasing than severe. “Now, remove your clothing.”
    “I beg your pardon?” Nicole’s surprise caused the question
to come out an octave higher than normal.
    His lips brushed her cheek as he whispered, “Remember when
you said you were willing to do absolutely anything I told you to?”
    Of course she remembered. Just as she remembered why she had
agreed so easily. This man had the power to end her solitary existence.
    “Have you changed your mind?”
    She shook her head and mentally searched for any speck of
exhibitionism that might be hiding inside her. At least with the blindfold in
place, she didn’t need to see him watching her. She could almost pretend
she was alone…if it wasn’t for the damn chemistry swirling between them. She
sensed him directly in front of her, waiting for her to come to grips with the
agreement she’d made, waiting for her to quit fighting her instinct to protect
herself.
    He had suggested part of her personal challenge was to
become accustomed to being touched. Considering the blindfold and what he had
just instructed, she guessed another part of the challenge involved trust. If
she could turn herself over to a virtual stranger, that would be a major
accomplishment.
    There was no help for it. She wanted to learn what he could
teach her, which required following his instructions implicitly. And if that
meant getting naked, so be it. However, he had left the how of the
striptease up to her. Perhaps it was her turn to have a little fun with
him.
    She removed her sandals and kicked them aside. Easy enough.
    Next she unbuttoned her jeans and dragged down the zipper,
exposing her navel and the top edge of her pink, semi-sheer thong. She was glad
she usually wore pretty underwear, even though she was the only one who could
appreciate it. Now, knowing a very sexy man waited to see what she had under
her plain jeans and t-shirt, the pretty underwear gave her a sense of being the
beautiful, enticing woman he had called her.
    Her fingers curled around the hem of her tank top and slowly
raised the material to reveal the matching bra. The more skin she revealed, the
more she wished she could see his face. Once she got the top off without
disturbing the blindfold, she tossed it toward where she imagined Brett sat.
    Nicole unhooked the front closure of her bra, but turned
around before removing it. Her fingers brushed over her nipples, which had
tightened into little peaks of excitement. She kneaded her breasts and felt a
lovely ripple of pleasure run down to her cunt. To her surprise, this
striptease was turning her on and she wanted to let him know that in a
nonverbal way. She let the straps slide down her arms then tossed it behind
her. She had hoped to at least get a chuckle out of him, but he gave her no
encouragement of any kind. She even began to wonder if he was actually
watching.
    An inch at a time she shimmied the jeans down over her hips,
knowing once they were off, she’d be as good as nude. Only when she bent
forward to pull them off completely was she rewarded for her efforts in the
form of a sizzling shot of desire from him. It only lasted a split second, but
it rekindled the fire within her. She slowly straightened, running her hands up
the backs of her legs. She rubbed her ass cheeks and thought about how much
better it would be when it was his hands on her. Her cunt reacted to the
thought with a gush of wetness. More than ready to get on with what she
desperately wanted to happen, she eased the thong off her hips and down her
legs.
    She had done it, removed every stitch of clothing, but she
couldn’t make herself turn around no matter how aroused she was. It didn’t
matter. She could sense him moving closer, now inches away, circling around her
without touching, like a jungle cat sizing up its prey. His body heat caused
her own temperature to rise.
    A finger ran down her spine and back up,