His gaze is heavy. You can feel it pressing at your back, persistent and intense. As if you're prey, hunted by an experienced predator. The thought sends a shiver down your spine as you slowly get dress for the day.
He still lays in bed, watching and waiting, with a clear gaze at you from where you stand in the walk-in closet. You dare not look back, hiding a pleased smile at the thought of having his rapt attention.
The leopard print undergarments you wear were on purpose, of course. You bought them specifically to show them off. But there was something tantalizing about him knowing you were wearing them underneath your work clothes, only for him to know, and to not be able to do anything about.
He'd be teased with the image of you in print reminiscent of him all day long, and with luck, well...he'd do something about it after work was done for the day.
His gaze doesn't relent even as your shirt and pants cover the leopard print, no longer in view. You finish dressing, putting on your socks and shoes, before turning back to the room and approaching him still half-covered with the bed comforter.
"Well, well..." He mutters with a lazy smile. His eyes are piercing and promise oh so much. "Tempting the beast today, are we?"
"Just trying out a new look." You say coyly, trying and failing to hide the amusement in your voice.
"It suits you." Is his simple response, eyes raking up and down your body, as if imagining what was now underneath the top layers. "But I personally think it would look better on the floor."
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