“This is what I want,” Giles stated as he undressed her, “the real woman beneath the high-powered persona you adopt for work.” Humor and passion glinted in his eyes. “It’s pretty hard to get past it, you know.” “Giles, please,” Imogen murmured, embarrassed by what she knew to be the truth. He had a way of exposing her in ways she hadn’t considered possible. “I need you.” He paused and smiled. Slowly, he shrugged off his jacket and undid his silk tie, then traced his finger around her erect nipple. Even through the sheer fabric of her black lace bra the touch was electrifying. Imogen’s legs trembled, her body hot with anticipation as Giles toyed with her. He squeezed the sensitive nub firmly between thumb and forefinger, looking deep into her eyes while he lit her right through with that deliberately provocative touch. Imogen leaned toward him, her lips parting with the need to have his mouth covering hers while he touched her.
