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zipper at her back. Looked at her.
    She smiled.
    Yeah.
    Slowly, Jacko unzipped the dress, spread it. It fell unnoticed to the floor and he stared. Oh man. She had on a lace bra, pretty and delicate. There wasn’t enough light to see exactly what color it was—something pale. Pink or yellow, maybe. There was plenty of light to see that it had a front opening. Jacko reached out and touched the fastening, watching her eyes. He could do this by touch, no need to watch his hands. Watching her eyes was enough. It came apart easily under his hands. He could field strip his rifle blindfolded. A bra snap was nothing, if it weren’t for the fact that his hand was shaking lightly.
    She couldn’t know what that meant—for a sniper’s hands to shake.
    The two cups rested on her breasts. They were surprisingly full for such a small woman, filling his hands nicely. He opened the bra and it slid to the floor too and his hands were on her, soft and warm and perfect. He flicked his thumbs over her nipples, felt them harden, heard her breath speed up.
    Panties. Fast.
    His hands were shaking a little more now, had lost dexterity. He fumbled a bit, fitting his fingers into the elastic at her hips, careful not to rip. Very careful, because they felt like silk and looked expensive. They fell to her feet and he kneeled, lifting each foot until the panties were off. A moment and her soft slippers were off too. That left only black thigh-highs, and he stopped for a second, kneeling before her, just looking, because it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen in his life. Lauren, naked except for those dark stockings with the lace at the top hugging her thighs. Pale and soft and perfect. A wet dream.
    Slowly, slowly, he rolled the stockings down, face so close to her mound he could smell her desire. When he got her stockings off, he kissed her flat belly and stood, wincing at the boner.
    When he stood back up again it felt like a club hanging off the front of his body. She was beyond beautiful. It was as if life had reached inside his head and pulled out a picture of the kind of woman guaranteed to drive him wild then came up with a match. Soft, slender yet curvy...just perfect.
    And...blonde. She was a natural blonde, a strip of pale pubic hair covering her mound.
    She didn’t try to hide herself, didn’t position her hands to cover herself. She just watched his eyes and must have seen something in them that made her smile.
    “Me, now,” Jacko said, voice rough.
    She blinked.
    “Undress me.”
    “Oh!” Lauren cocked her head to one side, stepped closer to him. He could feel her body heat all along the front of his body. She thought he wanted her to undress him as a form of foreplay, but that wasn’t it. He wasn’t sure he could get naked in a way that wouldn’t scare her. Ripping his shirt and trousers off would probably scare her.
    So he stood, trying not to pant, as she reached up to unbutton the super-white dress shirt he’d had tailor-made together with the tux because he couldn’t find sizes that fit him. He was glad he’d sprung for the outrageously expensive Egyptian cotton because he could tell the feel of it pleased her. When she’d unbuttoned him to the bottom and unbuttoned his cuffs she placed her palms against his chest and rubbed her fingers over the material.
    “Off,” he ordered and she gave a secret little smile, as if she understood she’d reduced him to one-syllable words.
    In a second, his shirt was fluttering to the floor, the heavy cotton making a slight sound as it hit the ground. Her fingers moved to his pants and he bit back a moan. His dick, swollen beyond any reasonable measure, made it hard to unfasten the tux pants. Every time her fingers brushed him beneath the cloth, his dick moved, trying to get closer to her.
    Finally she got him unfastened and unzipped. He actually had briefs on, something rare for him. But he was glad he did because it made him seem more civilized than having her unzip him and