#mankiller

As if on cue, Sylvia’s hand slid down his torso, stopping to unbutton his trousers. He heard the distinct sound of unzipping and she tugged the trousers down, making a triumphant little hmph noise as they hit the floor. He gave a chuckle, thinking how cute the little sound was. It wasn’t long, though, before Sylvia returned to her devices, and he was no longer laughing. She slyly slipped into the band of his boxers and took him in her hand. He moaned as she slowly stroked him to attention. On hearing the sound, she smirked.

“You like that.” It was a statement, rather than a question. Her confidence had certainly returned in full force. Frederick nodded as she continued to arouse him.

“You’re very good at that.” He observed. It certainly didn’t hurt that it had been some time since he was last touched in this way.

“If you like that, you’ll really like what comes next.” She said in a soft, sensual tone. Frederick’s breath caught for a moment in anticipation. He felt Sylvia’s other hand slip under the thin fabric, and she pulled it down, freeing him so that he was fully naked in front of her. He stepped out of the pile of fabric and kicked off his shoes.

“Well, hello, doctor.” Sylvia said playfully, returning to stroking him, eyes fixed on her handiwork. “Color me impressed.” Before Frederick could think of what to say in response, Sylvia lowered onto her knees and licked a stripe up the side of his shaft. The sensation as she subsequently took him into her mouth rendered all logical thought hopeless, and he gave up on the idea of a witty retort. The most he could manage was a long groan as she sucked harder, bobbing up and down.

He watched as she sucked him, unable to believe his incredible fortune. She stopped moving for a moment, and her eyes darted up, searching his face for a reaction, and he grinned.

“Well, you’re right. I definitely like this.” He breathed. She hummed around him, resuming her movement and Frederick damn near lost it. His fingers laced through her hair, lazily following her as she moved. Her hands squeezed his thighs, then moved up and slapped his ass. His hips bucked forward in response, and she gagged slightly; he was bigger than she’d anticipated.

He started to apologize as Sylvia released him, but she shook her head, insisting he was just fine. She rose and stood before him, licking her lips as she met his gaze. He found it impossible not to focus on where those lips had just been.

“That way.” Sylvia said, pointing behind him.

“Huh?” Frederick asked, confused. She pointed behind him once again.

“Bedroom’s that way, doctor.” She explained. “Unless you don’t want me, after all?”

“Oh, no, I definitely do.” He affirmed, his response bringing back her cocky little smirk.

“Then show me.” The impish challenge reawakened the same boldness Frederick had felt earlier. He looped his fingers in the sides of the last bit of lace that covered her and tugged it down. She tossed it aside without a second glance, and shed her heels, then looked into Frederick’s eyes expectantly. Once again, he grabbed her and hiked her up, resting her thighs on his hips. She wrapped her legs around him and he slid his hands to her ass, giving it an enthusiastic smack. She gave a small moan, and he stole her mouth in a passionate kiss.

After a few moments, he carefully ventured down the hall in the direction Sylvia had indicated, eager to get her to the bed. He passed several closed doors, when Sylvia reached out and patted one of them, which he supposed meant it was their destination. Shifting her weight, he opened the door and treaded through the threshold. He walked to the back of the room to the massive bed, which had an absurd number of pillows at its head. He knelt on the bed and walked a few feet forward on his knees before laying Sylvia down gently in the middle.

She looked up at Frederick, running her hands all over his arms and chest, a sweet, sexy little smile on her face. Keen to keep things moving, he pushed her thighs apart and settled his lower half between them. Resting his elbows on either side of her head, he leaned down and planted wet kisses on her neck. He started in the sensitive crook where her neck met her shoulder, then made his way up to the underside of her jaw. When he reached his target, she gave a little squeal that seemed far too girlish to have come out of her mouth. Frederick drew back to glance at her face, as if to confirm she was still the same woman he’d been kissing.

Her cheeks were pink, though he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or excitement. She covered her mouth, eyes seeming just as surprised as he was that she was capable of making such an innocent, pure noise. Her eyes squeezed shut and she took her hand off of her mouth.

“I have no idea where that came from.” Sylvia admitted, feeling extremely embarrassed. She was supposed to be acting as a sexy seductress, yet here she was, squealing like an innocent schoolgirl from something as simple as a kiss.

What the hell is wrong with you? She asked herself. You need to get it together! Now!

“That’s alright.” Frederick reassured her. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Lord knows he had done far more embarrassing things than that in bed. Despite Frederick’s kind reassurances, Sylvia was too mortified to open her eyes. She started to wonder how she could escape the situation with her dignity still intact, when she felt Frederick’s weight shift above her. He was no longer on top of her, but his weight was toward the end of the bed, so she knew he hadn’t left. Before she could decide on her next move, his weight shifted again and she felt his hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them further apart.

She opened her eyes, curious as to his plans. His head bowed and she felt the heat of his breath on her center. The sensation moved in a wave up her body, and suddenly, everything felt hot. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a while, and she found she no longer had the desire to get up and leave.

Don’t stop. She thought, surprising herself with the reaction. Frederick stopped and looked up at her.

“Keep going?” He asked. She nodded, looking down to meet his eyes. He gave a tiny smile before turning back to his task. Sylvia moaned as she felt his mouth on her, taking the place of his breath. The doctor proved to be very good with his mouth, though she shouldn’t have been surprised by that. His tongue moved slowly, methodically. He was teasing her—and it was working, she thought as her heartrate quickened. She wondered, offhand, when the last time was that a man had genuinely made her come, and couldn’t remember. But this unfortunate fact was soon forgotten as he found that just-right spot, sucking hard.

Oh, god. Don’t stop. Sylvia’s head tossed to the side and her eyes closed. She felt the pressure build, and knew what was coming next. To her surprise, he did not stop, and she felt the pleasure spill over her.

“Yes.” She panted, and Frederick pulled her hips up, improving the angle to intensify the feeling. “Oh, god yes. Shit.” A string of alternating profanities and moans spilled from her lips until Frederick finally relented, releasing her hips to the bed, and sitting back on his heels. She wasn’t sure what he did in the moments after that, because her eyes remained shut as she tried to steady her breathing. After a minute or so, she felt Frederick’s weight settle in next to her on the bed.

“Shit.” She chuckled, remembering rather sheepishly how fully she had let her guard down in the throes of her orgasm.

“That bad, huh?” Frederick jibed. Sylvia opened her eyes, but couldn’t bring herself to face him.

“Not bad at all.” She said quietly as she stared up at the ceiling. A moment of silence hung over the two, filled only by the sound of their accelerated breathing. “You know,” she continued, finally daring to turn her head toward Frederick. “It’s been a depressingly long time since a guy has managed to do that.”

“To make you orgasm?”

“Yeah. Without my assistance, that is.”

“Really?” Frederick asked incredulously. Sylvia nodded. “Well, if I were your boyfriend, or love interest, or whatever you want to call it—I’d make it my goal to make you orgasm all the time.” Sylvia laughed and shook her head, swatting Frederick’s chest as if he’d said something completely ridiculous.

“It’s pretty difficult to make me come. I don’t know if you could handle that challenge.” Frederick turned onto his side, propping himself up onto one elbow. His free hand, he trailed down the center of her chest, down to her stomach, finally resting it on her hip.

“I don’t know. Didn’t seem like it took me too long to figure it out.” He said, a smug grin spreading across his face. Sylvia scoffed in response.

“You got lucky.”

“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” Frederick replied. “How about I keep going, and we’ll find out for sure?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.” She replied mysteriously.

“So if I don’t satisfy you, you’ll kill me?” He snickered.  

“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. How about you come over here and fuck me, and we’ll find out for sure?” She smirked, throwing his words back at him.

“Not sure whether I should be turned on, or afraid. My brain is in favor of terrified, but…” His eyes glanced downward at himself, and Sylvia followed them to find that he was once again erect. Without thinking, she reached out and took his erection in her hand, beginning to slowly tease him. She had to admit, she was certainly curious whether he could repeat his success from earlier.

“How about this. If you manage to make me come, I solemnly swear that I will not murder you in your sleep.”

“And if I’m unsuccessful?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. She pretended to mull it over for a moment.

“I guess I could spare your life, as long as I still enjoyed myself.” Half a beat of silence ensued before she added mockingly, “But you shouldn’t have any problem making me come, right?” Without saying a word, Frederick removed Sylvia’s hands from him and positioned himself on top of her. One hand skirted from her hip, then down to her folds, parting them before he slid one finger inside. Sylvia took in a sharp breath and Frederick’s confidence grew, knowing he’d managed to silence the cocky seductress, if only for a moment.

He crooked his finger in the way he’d learned was best over the years, as he slid it in deeper. He knew he was on the right track as Sylvia gave a small moan. It was quiet, but quick. Impatient. Her hands grabbed at his back and she looked up at him expectantly.

“It’s not nice to tease.” She said breathily, as he slowly began to circle her clit with his thumb.

“What is it they say about nice guys?” Frederick asked, pretending not to remember. “Oh, yeah.” He mused, sliding in another finger. Sylvia gasped and gave a short, urgent moan. “They finish last, right?” The doctor gave a devilish grin as he continued to tease her.

“Fuck. Frederick.” Her voice was thick with lust, and he detected a hint of…desperation? No, it couldn’t be. But as he continued, her noises became steadily louder and more frequent. Short. Sharp. Could it really be true that this beautiful woman was coming undone beneath him? Her eyes were closed and her nails dug into his back. He welcomed the stinging sensation, as it confirmed this was, indeed, reality.

“Feel good?” He asked, watching her reaction closely. She opened her eyes briefly and met his, nodding. Her voice caught inside her throat as she looked up at him. Who would have thought a man such as this could evoke such a reaction from her? She felt his pace quicken, and he pushed deeper within her than before. A breathy whimper spilled from her lips before she could stop it.

Why should I stop it? The thought flashed through her mind. You should never let your guard down immediately followed it. Then, Frederick resumed his torturous teasing of her clitoris, and rational thought abandoned her again.

“Oh god.” She breathed. Frederick gave a low chuckle in response. He stilled his fingers inside her and found that magical spot. In response, Sylvia made an utterly animal noise Frederick couldn’t quite explain, but very much enjoyed. He felt her tighten around him, and continued to move his fingers gently, slowly. Her whole body tensed, and she inhaled a sharp breath. Then he stopped. Her eyes opened, and she released the breath in a huff.

“Why did you stop, I almost—” She caught herself mid-sentence and, embarrassed, cleared her throat, refusing to finish the thought. The amused grin never left Frederick’s face as he watched her emotions go on a roller coaster. Her cheeks flushed, brows furrowed in frustration, she was a sight to behold. Remembering the way her body responded to him made his confidence soar--the sounds she made, the way she squirmed underneath him. He was so hard it was nearly painful.  He needed her badly. But he wanted to hear her wanting him some more.

Frederick planted a soft kiss on her lips. Sylvia returned it, then another. Encouraged, he deepened the kiss. No objection came from beneath him, so he set back to his devices. He resumed the same motions which had brought Sylvia’s impatient, demanding responses, now knowing exactly what to do.

Sylvia moaned, but the sound was muffled by Frederick’s kisses. His fingers once again teased at her g-spot and she felt her orgasm building with renewed intensity. She realized how disappointed she’d been when he stopped just short, and was embarrassed with herself.  

This time I won’t lose control. She assured herself, drawing back from his kiss. She soon realized this may have been a mistake, as Frederick’s mouth began to roam, kissing and sucking at tender spots on her body. Her neck. Her jawline. He found the same spot that had made her squeal, and sucked hard. It took everything within her to remain quiet, but she felt the pleasure just the same. He tried again, obviously hoping to replicate her earlier response, but she remained stubbornly silent. Her victory was short-lived, however, as he promptly turned his attention elsewhere.

He peppered kisses on her clavicle and décolletage before taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking. This time, her jagged moan fell unbidden from her lips. He hummed brusquely, apparently appreciating the response, then took her other nipple, sucking harder. Sylvia felt the pressure building again, more insistently than before. It was as if the desire refused to be ignored. Nonetheless, she tried her hardest to maintain her composure. She let out a soft noise, more controlled than the one before, and Frederick moved on. It was clear to her that his goal was to unravel her, and she was determined to fight it. Exactly why, she wasn’t sure. In fact, if she’d been able to orgasm on other missions, they’d have been a lot more bearable.

As he kissed his way down the soft skin of her stomach, she realized why. She hated his ability to make her lose control. She’d always been in control, in every relationship—whether the interaction came from romantic interest, or a useful means of facilitating a mission. She always exerted her control over men, concealing her true emotions, effortlessly remaining in the position of power. By letting go of her untouchable façade, she was showing Frederick who she truly was inside. She was showing him the layers beneath the Mankiller—the real Sylvia. And she didn’t like it.

As she felt the heat of his breath move down, she was roused from her thoughts. She looked down at him, watching his movements with interest. He’d changed his tactics, as he’d failed to make her react the same way as last time. His fingers slid in and out again now, creating an ebb and flow of pleasure. She attempted to steady her breath as she watched him work, but those efforts were soon sabotaged.

Frederick bowed his head and licked a stripe up and down her center, drawing a lurid moan. As soon as he had put his mouth on her, he took it away, replacing it with the soft pad of his thumb. His touch was gentle and slow, and it was driving her insane.

Let me come, already! Her thoughts demanded. And just like that, his mouth was on her again. Sylvia sighed with pleasure as Frederick stilled his fingers, focusing instead on devouring her. Her hands clutched at the covers underneath her. Though she tried to stifle them, soft moans rose from within her and managed to escape. Once he could tell her excitement was mounting, he continued to finger her. Her hips bucked of their own volition, and she could tell she was losing her control of the situation once more. She couldn’t convince herself to care, however, as Frederick sucked at her clitoris, making a delightfully sinful slurping noise.

“Shit.” Sylvia panted. Her curse was Frederick’s sign that she was close; he persisted a few moments longer, until he felt her tighten around him again. Once again, he stopped short. He took away his mouth and withdrew his fingers. In her disappointment, Sylvia let out a guttural groan. Frederick chuckled at the noise, clearly amused, and sat back on his haunches, stretching out his legs.

Sylvia sat up as well, looking at him, eyes dark with lust. She slid forward and rested a hand on either side of his face in a display of tenderness which caught him off guard. After a brief moment, she thought of a better place to put her hands and quickly slid them down his body. She started to stroke him, watching his face for his reaction. Now, it was his turn to moan. It was a jagged, primal moan, as if he were just as excited as she was, and it made her smile.

She let go of him and slid forward onto his lap. He leaned back, supporting himself with his hands, which were spread out behind him. In this position, she straddled him. His cock was teasingly close to her entrance, and he found the thought highly distracting. She shifted forward, planting sloppy kisses in a trail down his neck, and he smiled. Abruptly, she shoved him down onto the bed.

“Mmm.” Frederick hummed in appreciation of his view from underneath her. She lowered and took his mouth with a passionate kiss, which he gladly returned. Her own taste was still fresh on his tongue, and she remembered how he’d collected it. Heat rushed between her legs once more, and her desire heightened. Frederick reached his hands up to cup Sylvia’s breasts and gently pinched her nipples, causing her to moan loudly. She was so excited by now that every touch set her body on fire.

“Ooh…oh.” She panted, as his hands danced down her lower back, resting on her ass.

“Spank me.” She demanded, catching both Frederick and herself by surprise. Frederick did not hesitate, however, to give Sylvia exactly what she demanded. A split second later, he gave her a rough smack on the ass and she cried out in pleasure. “Again.” She commanded, and again, Frederick obliged. She moaned, and without prompting, Frederick gave her another swat. As she gave her breathy approval, he slipped a hand between her legs and teased his fingers between her folds.

“Oh, god yes.” She breathed, as he stimulated her again. As sensitive as she was, it was practically unbearable.

“God, please, Frederick. Please fuck me.” She pleaded. She didn’t care anymore about who was in control. She didn’t care how desperate she sounded as she begged. Her mission had long gone from her mind. The only things that existed in this moment were her, Frederick, and her agonizing need for him.

Frederick motioned for Sylvia to lay back on the bed, and she eagerly obeyed. He got up, half-standing on his knees, then grabbed her by the thighs, pulling her toward him. She squealed with delight, finding it undeniably sexy that he was taking charge. The instant that Sylvia pleaded with Frederick, his ego went through the roof. To see such an unbelievably gorgeous woman begging him to have sex with her was something he’d dreamed about, but never thought he’d actually experience. He rested her legs on his shoulders and aligned himself with her. As he teased at her entrance with his tip, she felt her anticipation grow.

As much as Frederick wanted her, he wasn’t ready to be done hearing her beg. He knew that once he was inside her, there was no chance he would withdraw until they were both satiated. So, he stopped. Instead, he brushed his tip up and down her folds, drawing a whine of need.

“Please, Frederick.” She whimpered.

“Please what?” He prompted, continuing to tantalize her with the thing she wanted most. He felt like Satan himself for the way he was torturing her, but it felt so damn good to hear the need in her voice. To see it in her eyes.

“Frederick, please. Please fuck me. Make me come.” She pleaded. Frederick let out a low growl before returning to her entrance and plunging himself inside of her.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Finally.” Sylvia moaned in celebration, practically crying with delight after so much teasing.

“You feel so good.” Frederick moaned back, relaxing after the initial thrust to allow them both an adjustment period. Sylvia closed her eyes peacefully as she felt herself slowly relax and adjust to his girth.

Frederick couldn’t help but think she looked like an angel lying so serenely beneath him. Of course, he could have been biased due to the fact he was buried to the hilt in her, but the moment seemed divine, all the same. Sylvia apparently needed less time to adjust than he figured, as she suddenly grew impatient.

“Please keep going.” She urged. “I need to come, or I’m going to explode.” Frederick laughed.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to explode.” He replied playfully, before beginning to slowly thrust into her.

“Mmm.” She hummed pleasantly in response, resting her hands on his forearms. His own need grew exponentially now that he was inside of her. Now that she had adjusted to his size, he decided to pick up the pace. His thrusts became quicker, and she expressed her approval with a contented moan. Her eyes fluttered open, as she felt the desire to look at the man pleasing her.

“Is this what you wanted?” Frederick asked, watching Sylvia’s expressions change with his rhythms. She nodded, giving an ‘mm-hmm’ that was punctuated by two particularly forceful thrusts.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.” He said, with a cocky smile. He slowed down his pace, but pounded into her deeply with each thrust. “I said, is this—” thrust “what—” thrust “you wanted?”

“Yes!” Sylvia cried. “Yes!”

“Tell me what you want.” He prompted.

“Make me come.” Sylvia panted. Frederick stopped his thrusts entirely and withdrew himself, eliciting a displeased noise from Sylvia.

“I’m sorry?” Again, he knew he was perhaps teasing a bit too much, but he was enjoying her desire for him.

“Please make me come, Frederick. Please.” She whined, her voice entirely saturated with need. Frederick could no longer hold back his own need for the sake of satisfying his ego. He entered her again, relishing the feeling of her before beginning his thrusting anew. He resumed his slow, deep thrusts from before, and felt the familiar tightening as she contracted around him in pleasure. She looked down and smiled, and he followed her gaze.

“You like watching me fuck you?” He grunted with a thrust, and she nodded.

“Yes.” She answered in a moan. He spread her thighs farther apart to give her a better view.

“Do you like the way I fuck you?”

“Yes.” With each positive answer, he pounded harder into her. The room was filled with their sounds, and it was like a symphony to Frederick’s ears. Each pant and moan from Sylvia was like a song he never wanted to end.

“Fuck.” Sylvia cursed. Frederick knew she must be close now. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gave an amused smirk, as his angel let out curse words like a sailor. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into him as he thrust forward.

“Ohgodyes. Frederick. Pleasedon’tstop.” The words jumbled together as they spilled from Sylvia’s lips excitedly.

“What is it, Sylvia?” He teased, but kept his tempo.

“I’mgonnacome. Pleasedon’tstop.”

“I won’t stop.” Frederick promised. “Not until you come for me.”

He kept his promise, continuing a few more thrusts until Sylvia came undone.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck. Frederick, yes.” She moaned over and over, completely awash in ecstasy. The sound of Sylvia’s orgasm was Frederick’s undoing. He didn’t last much longer than she did, thrusting languidly as he spilled into her with an animalistic groan. After a minute or two of trying to steady his breathing, Frederick pulled out of Sylvia, drawing moans of sensitivity from the both of them. He laid down beside her, pulling her into him with an exhausted, but pleased, sigh. She did not try to fight or argue with him, and allowed herself to become the little spoon. They lay together like this for several minutes in contended silence before Frederick finally spoke up.

Sylvia seemed to sense his hesitation and decided to combat it with boldness on her part. Abruptly, she reached back and unzipped her dress, then gave a shimmy to slide it down her body. Frederick watched in awe as the fabric slid further and further down until landing in a heap on the floor, at which point, Sylvia stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. Now wearing only a bra, panties, and her best heels, this act had left her looking like a scene straight out of one of Frederick’s most euphoric dreams.

Quite positive that he had never been this turned on in his life, Frederick found that his words caught in his throat, and he couldn’t say a thing to express his excitement. Luckily for him, the bulge in his pants was explanation enough to Sylvia, who smirked. She was enjoying the way she turned him on. She regained her position from before. This time, she slid a hand down as the other rested on his hip.

“So what is it you’re self-conscious about, Frederick?” She asked, as the one hand began slowly massaging the front of his trousers. He laughed nervously.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” He lied. Judging by the look on her face, there was no chance she believed him.

“A minute ago, you were pressing me up against that door all hot and heavy, and now you’re shying away from my touch.” She said, glancing from his face, down to her hands, and back. It wasn’t exactly as if he could hide it now, so Frederick decided the direct approach was probably best.

“I, uh. Have a scar.” He began tentatively.

“Is that it?” Sylvia asked, quirking a skeptical eyebrow as if that were the silliest thing she’d ever heard.

“It’s large, and hideous.” He continued. “And I must confess, ever since the incident that gave rise to this scar, I haven’t had the confidence to pursue a sexual relationship with a woman.” He froze, then squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to divulge that last bit, but something about the look in Sylvia’s eyes made him speak anxiously, without thinking, until he’d said too much.

Great. Now I’ve just admitted to being embarrassingly celibate. As if she didn’t have enough reasons to pity me.

“Where is it?” Sylvia asked quietly. The gentleness of her voice made him open his eyes to look at her; he had to know what she was thinking. Her expression was difficult for Frederick to read, and he opened and closed his mouth silently a time or two before answering.

“Stomach.” He managed to mutter. Sylvia silently began to undress him. Undoing and removing his jacket and vest before reaching his button-down shirt. The calm, methodical way she undid one button at a time ramped up Frederick’s anxiety. With each button freed, he could feel the pace of his heart quicken, until—

She reached the final button, then dropped her hands and gave him a lopsided grin.

“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” She teased, making a motion that indicated he should shrug off his now-unbuttoned shirt. He did so obediently, though reluctantly, and feeling a bit confused by her use of the common expression. He supposed she just meant that if he got naked, so would she.

He felt the conditioned air in her living room hit the now-bare flesh. His hideous scar now on display to the most beautiful and perfect woman he had ever seen, he could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He avoided her gaze for fear that it would show disappointment, or worse, disgust.

The sensation of her soft fingertips grazed the scarred, damaged flesh of his wound, and he knew that now, she had definitely seen it. It wasn’t exactly as though she could miss it. He knew that she would see it eventually; that didn’t stop Frederick from wishing he could make it disappear entirely. Along with the horrifying experience that had caused it.

“That’s not so bad, actually.” Sylvia announced nonchalantly. Frederick opened his eyes apprehensively, not sure of what he’d see reflected in hers. What he saw, and felt, was that she was continuing to rub the spot gently, with her eyes intent, visually appraising the damage as if she were inspecting her vehicle’s bumper after a fender-bender. He was shocked to find no disgust or repulsion, as he had with others who’d seen his scar.

Stepping away, Sylvia removed her hands from Frederick, and slipped them behind her back without a sound. With adroit fingers, she swiftly unhooked the clasps of her bra and it loosened visibly. In honesty, Frederick shouldn’t have been surprised, with how she had been trying (very successfully) to seduce him up until this point—but he couldn’t help marveling at the fact that she was still willing to keep moving forward with this. How had he ever gotten so lucky as to cross paths with this woman?

Sylvia pulled at the strap, loosing herself from her underwire prison and letting the garment drop to the floor, just as her dress had. She felt the cold on her exposed breasts and nearly shivered. Goosebumps rose up on her arms, but she pretended not to notice.

I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.

Frederick’s gaze fell firmly in the middle of her cleavage, at a rather angry slice of skin, and now he understood.

It was a somewhat short scar—probably only two or three inches in length—but it was thick, with a couple faint, zig-zagging marks around it, undoubtedly left by stitches. He wondered what could possibly have possibly happened to her to have caused a scar like that. His first thought was a surgery of some sort, but with the sloppiness of the stitches, her surgeon would have had to be even worse than himself in his short tenure in the world of surgery. His brow furrowed in thought, and his eyes narrowed, focused on this point of curiosity.

Sylvia wasn’t exactly sure she’d ever felt self-conscious about her body until this moment. Why was he staring like that?