"How do you want to do this?" Liam asked.
Camille looked at him for a second.
Then she reached down and pulled the dress up and over her head in one smooth motion, folding it once and setting it on the desk beside her without looking at where she was putting it.
Then she stepped back slightly and stood in front of him.
The bra was black with thin pink stripes running horizontally across the cups, the fabric straining slightly at the center clasp from the weight of what it was containing.
Her boobs pressed against the cups and spilled slightly over the top edge, the skin smooth and warm looking, the swell of them substantial enough that the bra was clearly working harder than it wanted to.
Her waist pulled in sharply below her ribcage, a deep pronounced curve that flared back out into her hips in a way that made the distance between the two measurements look almost deliberate.
