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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 toneedmy 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.

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