Quinlan smiled, letting a soft but knowing curve materialize on his lips, accepting her conviction and finding it far too hot all at once.
He reached up, his fingers gently finding the straps of her dress at the shoulders.
Slowly, sensually, he peeled the fabric down her body.
The sleek material offered just enough resistance to draw out the moment, sliding over the smooth, glistening curves he had just dried.
It lingered on the amazing swell of her breasts for a breathless moment before surrendering, falling silently to the floor in a puddle of expensive cloth.
Jasmine was now standing before him in nothing but her elaborate bra and lacy panties.
Her cheeks were flushed deep red.
Quinlan didn't hesitate - he couldn't hesitate.
