Some words from a boyfriend, right?
All his hateful comments come back to me, and I remember why I’m trying to run away from him. His words make me shudder because I know he can do it.
But I try to steel myself against his hurtful words. I have a plan in place after all. I’m gonna get away from here and go to some island paradise.
I never want to see Simon again.
Of course, that’ll mean never seeing the guys—these handsome brothers—again, either. But so far, nothing serious has happened. None of them have proclaimed their love for me, and it’s not like we’re monogamous or anything.
I’m free to go.
But Simon’s text reminds me that I’m in the midst of treason. I can never get serious with any of the brothers. If they ever learn the truth about me, they’ll surely hate me forever.
Better to get out of the picture before any of the drama begins.
I twist my hair up into a bun, smearing on some lipstick and mascara, and head out the door.
I go downstairs and peek out the windows along the way to see the limo waiting.
I walk out the front door, and Ian is there, looking so handsome in his suit. I’m glad I wore a dress. I’m not exactly sure what he has planned today, but a dress can never hurt anything.
“You look beautiful Meg, as always,” he says, kissing my cheek.
“Thank you,” I say, taking his hand as he leads me into the limo.
I’m used to limos and everything. Like I said, Simon has money...he’s just not a billionaire.
“Oh Ian, you got me roses? That’s so sweet,” I say, kissing him on the cheek in thanks.
“Do you like them?” he asks.
I bring the dozen roses to my chest and smell them. They’re so fragrant. How did he know that the rose is my favorite flower?
I guess it’s not a hard one to know; roses are roses. But they’ve always been my favorite, and I appreciate his gesture so much.
“You have no idea how much I love them,” I say.
Before another word escapes my lips, he pulls me in for a kiss as we sit in the back of the limo.
It’s the first time we’ve kissed, and I must say it’s intoxicating.
I already feel as though I could fall so easily under his spell. Ian has a commanding kind of energy. He makes me want to obey and submit, as long as he promises to fuck me over and over again into eternal bliss.
Yes, these are the thoughts that run through my head whenever I’m around Ian. He’s handsome and tall. He looks like a blueblood, always wearing preppy clothes and being so classy with his mannerisms.
I’ve had a crush on Ian for a while now, and I’m so glad I finally get to spend some time with him. It doesn’t hurt that he tastes like mint and smells of musky cologne. It’s turning me on so much to kiss him in the back of the limousine like this.
I’m tempted to climb on top of his lap and rock back-and-forth so I can feel his manhood. As it is, I hold back, ever the lady. But I can see his cock straining through his pants, and it’s definitely not disappointing.
He’s as well-endowed as his brothers are. They all seem to have been gifted in the length and size of their cocks, and it doesn’t make my job any easier of picking which one to be with. I want them all so far, and there’s nothing to do about it except to continue on this journey.
I slide my hand along Ian’s cock though. I just can’t resist feeling it. He tips his head back and sighs deeply, as though he’s enjoying it.
“Ian, you’re so...big,” I say.
He kisses me with fervor, and it’s starting to heat up in the back of this limo. I smooth my hands along his shaft. I’m aching to tease it, suck it, taste it, and feel it inside of me.
As it is, it doesn’t take long for us to reach our destination. We soon pull up to a row of luxury stores. I see the names, Chanel, Versace...all the big names.
For a second, I’m removed from my lust because I think about Simon. He handles all my money, and I don’t have enough to spend on this type of thing. If I use my credit card, he’ll know I’ve been out shopping, and he’ll likely put the pieces together that it was one of the brothers that brought me.
In fact, I suddenly feel skeptical about being so far outside of the mansion. If Simon were to see me, it would be bad. It’s one thing to run to the market for Mrs. Simmons—that falls under my job description.
But showing up in the limo with Ian Sullivan, the brother I’m supposed to be defaming…well, that’s a different situation.
“We’re so far away from the mansion,” I say, revealing some of my fear to Ian.
“So what, baby? Didn’t you want to get away?” he says, questioning me.
I try to cover my tracks.
“Of course. Of course, I wanted to get away. This is lovely. I’ve just never been here before.”
I’m thinking that I need to ask a little bit about the will. Again, it seems like an inopportune time, but if I don’t start getting to the bottom of this, I fear Simon might try to come find me.
“Hey Ian,” I say nonchalantly as we drive up to the shops, our destination. “You know, I don’t have enough money on my credit card to afford anything expensive.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ve just inherited a fortune,” he says.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. So you really inherited all your father’s money? Like the documents are signed and sealed?” I say, gently trying to ask him the information so that he doesn’t grow suspicious.
He looks at me quizzically and says, “Yes. It’s about done. Besides, I don’t need my father’s money. I make more money than I know what to do with on my own.”
Then, he pulls in and kisses me again while saying, “So let me spoil you today. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“Let me show you around,” he says as the driver pulls up to Chanel.
He opens the door for us, but Ian takes the liberty of helping me out himself.
There’s a long line of stores to choose from, but he wants to go into Agent Provocateur first. His reasons are obvious…but I’m game.
“First thing’s first, you need some new lingerie. I want you to pick something special just for me, for my eyes alone,” he says.
I walk throughout the store and see all number of glamorous underthings. He takes a seat at one of the plush couches and watches me.
What would Ian like?
I’m starting to get the feeling that he would like me in anything I wear, it doesn’t matter what. But I still want to impress him.
I pick out a few things to model for him. I already know that’s part of the deal. And I don’t mind it one bit. I have a lot of nude and black pieces of lingerie, most notably garter belts that go with each outfit.
I pick out many naughty styles, knowing that this will intrigue Ian.
I go into the dressing room to start trying things on. I put on the black lingerie outfit that comes with suspenders and everything. Then, I slip my heels on in order to model for him.
I peek my head out of the dressing room door, not wanting full exposure. He motions for me to come out.
So I do it. I walk out in front of him, not feeling shy at all.
I’m pretty confident with my body.
“That looks…amazing,” he says. “I think you should get it.”
“You think?” I say, taking a little twirl so he can see my entire body wrapped in this lingerie.
“Definitely.”
He follows me into the heavily draped dressing room, and I’m surprised.
“Ian, you shouldn’t be in here. They’ll catch us and kick us out,” I try to argue.
My words fall on deaf ears because he’s got me pressed against the dressing room wall. He pins my arms above my head so that I can’t move. He’s kissing me with lust and ardor.
It’s all I can do to hold back. I don’t want to hold back.
Suddenly, I can only think about Ian and his delicious taste, and how he seems to own me in this
moment, as though it’s only me and him in the entire world.
Chapter 16
Ian
Her body in lingerie.
A fucking vision in lace.
It’s everything I could’ve imagined and more.
She’s perfect; therefore, she has to be mine.
I can’t hold back any longer. Seeing Meg twirling about in lingerie right before my eyes, watching her return to the dressing room, imagining her taking it all off her soft, naked body…it has me so goddamn full of lust.
Meg’s perfume is lovely and sets the mood in our little dressing room escapade. Her neck is craned to the side, and while she’s happily accepting of my advances, I can tell she’s still holding back. I can feel it.
I slide my hands against her skin and admire every curve as I trail my fingers down her body. I stop at her ass and give it a tight squeeze, something I’ve wanted to do since I first saw her at the party.
Meg is an insanely attractive woman. How such a gorgeous creature could even exist befuddles me. She makes a delightful little moan as my hands cup her ass.
Such a sexy noise from such a delicate, lovely being sends a shiver through my own body, and I know that I want her to make that noise over and over.
For a moment, I almost lose focus on what I truly want: to give Meg an experience she won’t forget. I want it to live on in her mind and remain in her memory for eternity.
And that requires skill and patience. Sexual attraction is a game of strategy, and I play to win.
I slide my hands over her breasts slowly, letting her feel my fingers as they travel over the fabric of her bra. I want her to beg for my touch. I want her to need my affection.
My hands slide up to her shoulders, putting a slight amount of pressure against her bare skin before running my fingers down her back and against the clasp of her bra. She’s become just the least bit fidgety, which tells me I’m doing this exactly right.
I unhook the band of her bra and let each side fall down her shoulders. My fingers graze her skin again as they make their way up to the straps of her bra. Her chest is rising and falling more and more rapidly as I start to gently tug the straps down the length of her arms, revealing her perfect, perky breasts.
A perfect woman indeed, confirmed further by her spectacular physique. I see such beauty in her, but I can see she’s not quite relaxed yet.
“You’re radiant, darling,” I tell her. “Quite literally, you’re the most stunning creature I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on.”
And I mean it. Every fucking word.
“Why, thank you,” she responds, still appearing a bit timid about the entire experience.
“What’s on your mind right now? Tell me your thoughts. Your wants. Your desires,” I murmur.
“I’m so incredibly captivated by you, Ian. I want you. I want you so badly that I might just explode if you keep your fingers on me,” she breathes.
Music to my fucking ears.
“Then why are you so afraid?” I ask her.
I want to pick her brain, to find out what she needs from me to make this the perfect moment for her.
“We’re in a fitting room,” she answers. “I’m just so worried we’ll get caught, Ian. I don’t want anything…bad to come back to the mansion.”
I laugh. I damn near cackle. But then I realize dear Meg’s sincere about her concerns.
I brush her hair back with my fingers. “Darling, if there was anything at all to worry about, we would not be in here. Trust me, anything and everything about today has already been taken care of.”
“Taken care of? You’re certain?” she asks.
“Yes, my dear. Completely,” I confirm.
“Well then, you naughty bird,” she starts. “Why not get me undressed the rest of the way?” she suggests and winks at me, making a cute, cheeky pose.
As much as I want to tear the clothes off her right now and ravish her, I take a deep breath and start with her sweet tits.
“The best things in life come to those who wait,” I tell her. “I assure you, you’ll not be left unsatisfied.”
My hands cup her breasts firmly. I lower my face to her chest and kiss the skin between her tits. Then, I move my lips to her right nipple and suckle it while massaging her left tit.
As soon as my tongue flicks against her nipple, she gasps. And then she moans. Her sexy voice travels from the depths of her vocal cords and resonates in my own body.
I’m taken aback yet again by this green-eyed goddess.
I switch my mouth to her other breast while groping the first one. She moans again and breathes in heavily, her hands gripping my shoulder.
I can feel her shudder under my lips. I hone in on her sensitive spots, and I’m sure I’m driving her up the wall.
There’s an important need to truly make a woman submit to me. It’s more than ordering her to do as I ask. It’s more than restraining their body.
No, it’s much more exciting and rewarding to show them you have what they need and then give it to them at the perfect moment of suspense and desire.
As I’m groping Meg, she lowers herself just slightly and thrusts her hips up at my cock, grazing against it. My eyes widen while I suck one nipple, and my cock twitches the very moment her pussy rubs against it.
I pull my body away just slightly, drawing myself out of her reach. Then, I quickly wrap my arm around her tight little waist and pull her against me.
She looks into my eyes and gasps. I push my lips against hers in a searing kiss. Soon, our tongues are exploring each other’s mouths while my cock teases her pussy.
She thrusts her hips towards me, giving me a crystal-clear picture of exactly what she wants. And she’s going to get it. Just after I’ve finished teasing her.
I thread my finger underneath the front strap of her underwear and pull it up, snapping the garter. She winces and gives off a subtle moan. I do it again.
And again. And again. Until all the straps are undone.
She helps me take her out of the garter. While it’s so sexy to look at, it’s a hell of a contraption to get out of, at least from what I can see. Plus, I’m much more concerned with what’s underneath it.
I wrap my hands around her ass, admiring the curves and size of her cheeks and her wide, sexy hips. I lower my left hand to her pussy. She’s so incredibly wet, and if a minute ago, I wasn’t certain I’d be buying what she’s wearing…I’m definitely certain now.
I’m ready to show her what she’s in for. Her chest rises with each breath as her body fidgets. Her pussy just screams to be attended to.
Her panties are my last distraction, and after pulling them off her, there’s a gorgeous, completely naked beauty in front of me.
I slip my fingers between her pussy lips, and they’re instantly slick with her juices. I run up and down the length of her slit, lubing my fingers.
I find her clit and slide my fingers between her pussy lips, moving my hand up and down. She moans quietly, almost like a whisper. As I pleasure her, she grips my shoulder, and I feel her nails trying to claw into my skin.
She’s still trying to hold back. But no worries—that’s going to change.
I switch to running my thumb over her clit while I tease her little hole with my middle finger. She starts thrusting against it, trying to force my fingers inside of her.
There we go, baby.
“Tell me what you want, Meg,” I demand.
“Ian,” she replies.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I ask her. “Beg me to do it.”
“I want you to finger me. Please!” she shouts.
There we go. Fixed. And who am I to deny such a perfect request?
I plunge my fingers deep inside of her and listen to her moan. That lovely noise makes my cock throb in my pants, and I’m reminded very quickly of how much I want to take her as my own.
With Paul having already seduced her into bed, and with Evan trying to make his own moves on her, I need to have her.<
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Here. Today. In this very dressing room.
And it’s going to be a gloriously memorable moment that she’s going to want to relive over and over.
Chapter 17
Meg
Pulse racing.
Heat rising.
Sensation creeping all over my body.
My mind explodes, just from the penetration of his fingers. My hands shoot up, well beyond my control, and clutch at his shoulders. I feel his finger press deeper into my depths, and I struggle to stifle my moans.
A sigh of pleasure manages to escape my throat despite my best efforts.
His fingers seem to explore me with renewed vigor in response to it, almost as if he sees my struggle as a challenge.
I bury my face in his chest, in hopes of muffling myself further, but immediately see the flaw in my plans. His scent floods my nostrils. A heady mix of musk, spices, and something I can only describe as pure man swirls through my mind, sending my brain reeling even further as I feel a digit curl inside me, pressing upward until he finds...
“Ahh!” I moan loudly as his fingertip grazes my G-spot.
“There we go,” he says proudly, almost breathlessly.
I bite my lip and try desperately to control my breathing, but it only comes out ragged against the fabric of his suit shirt. The cool, velvety slickness of his tie rubbing against my cheek starts to bring me to my senses slightly, but a firm hand on my shoulder pulls me away from any sense of reprieve jarringly.
The entirety of our surroundings is hazy to me. The only thing I can focus on is Ian. And his fingers.
His fucking fingers. I grind my hips upward, riding his hand as it continues pumping in and out of my tight, little hole.
I grab my tits and squeeze them hard, doing everything I can not to scream out from behind the curtain supplying us our illusion of privacy.
He lowers himself onto one knee, hooks my leg around his arm and onto his shoulder, and slides a second finger into my pussy, now pumping harder and faster, grinding hard against my G-spot.
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