Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 44: Chapter 44
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LEILANI.
I put my extremely high-heeled foot down and got up to my feet, sashaying over to the stand in front of the wall-sized mirror to take in my appearance. Naughty. I was in a see-through two-piece net lingerie made up of the tiniest straps. My breasts spilled provocatively out of the see-through lingerie bra with only a beautiful thin white lace design covering my nipples.
The white complemented my silky skin perfectly. Small white straps clinched around my tiny waist and were stretched down over my tiny see-through thong with a thin strip of lace attractively clinching around my hips. The straps connected with the soft peach lace garters around the flesh of my naked thighs and ran down as very thin see-through stockings that blended perfectly with my complexion and disappeared into very high peach red-bottomed heels.
I turned around, to peer at my backside. My big round ass cheeks had just a thin white strap in between and the garter straps, otherwise naked and completely utterly tempting.
“Is this one better, ma'am?” The wide-eyed assistant asked trying to keep his eyes on my face, his cheeks beetroot red. He was newly employed, so it was his first time seeing me near naked. His inability to stop blushing was understandable.
I nodded in approval, the motion making my luscious brown locks ripple invitingly. “It is. I’d like to have a word with the designer of the last sample lingerie I wore.” I moved away from the mirror, hips swaying as I walked over to sit on a chair. “That design had already been on one of our competitors' official pages. Is she stealing designs? I'd like to know.”
“I’ll contact her right away.”
Two other assistants were bustling around the room with different lingerie in their arms, getting everything ready and organized but trying to make as little sounds as possible. Only one assistant rubbing some oil on my arm was moving her lips slightly to the music playing softly in the background.
The waiting makeup artist inched my chin higher with her gentle finger and started to apply soft touches of makeup to my face. I was having an exclusive DELEILAH photoshoot for this month's magazine cover and a video shoot for our official page. It was a bedroom themed so I was in a suite in one of the biggest luxury hotels in the city for the shoot. Though I had a large studio and other many different shoot settings in DELEILAH's main office, I preferred to go all out.
My crew was adding finishing touches and props to the chosen bedroom for the shoot. All I had to do now was get ready.
The makeup artist had started applying something to my lips in gentle but steady strokes, and all I could think about all of a sudden was the feel of Adonis’ lips. On mine. His large, hard hand calloused from working out squeezing my ass in an iron grip.
I remembered his words the night of the dinner party. He wanted all from me. I had pounced on him without even knowing exactly what he met, but whatever it is he wanted to do to me. From the wicked glint in his eyes, as he said it, I knew it would be incredibly dirty and possibly dangerous.
I found myself desperate to do whatever with him. Anything to get his maddening touch on me. To run my eyes over his ungodly muscular, ripped, and toned body and feel the searing heat of his hard flesh beneath my hands.
My lust and desire for him were soaring higher and higher every fucking day and the last time we fucked was at a dark balcony of Mr. Giles’ mansion. The quick, hot, and naughty fuck only fueled my insatiable need for him. I was going crazy. So desperate to run my fingers through his dark hair and feel his rough hands palm my breasts. A surge of hot lust shot through me at the thought and I bit my lip hard, ruining whatever the makeup artist was doing.
Shit. I looked up at her, feeling my face heat mildly. “Um. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She gave a small smile, her voice gentle but professional. She obviously knew I was thinking about sex, but in this line of work, that’s very normal.
She moved to grab something from her kit and I heard footsteps at the door. It opened a fraction and a head with blue hair popped in.
“Miss Waters?” Her cheeks were slightly pink. “Your fiancé is here to see you.”
Now I knew why she looked flustered. Having a tall, handsome man like Neil walk into a lingerie photoshoot location was probably not a good idea.
“Show him in,” I said but she only blinked.
“Um. He’s right here.” She opened the door wider to reveal Neil in the doorway, tall, broad, and handsome with his blond hair sticking all over the place in that I’m-hot-and-i-know-it way that made girls blush.
He was holding a beautiful, beautiful bouquet of roses.
I put my extremely high-heeled foot down and got up to my feet, sashaying over to the stand in front of the wall-sized mirror to take in my appearance. Naughty. I was in a see-through two-piece net lingerie made up of the tiniest straps. My breasts spilled provocatively out of the see-through lingerie bra with only a beautiful thin white lace design covering my nipples.
The white complemented my silky skin perfectly. Small white straps clinched around my tiny waist and were stretched down over my tiny see-through thong with a thin strip of lace attractively clinching around my hips. The straps connected with the soft peach lace garters around the flesh of my naked thighs and ran down as very thin see-through stockings that blended perfectly with my complexion and disappeared into very high peach red-bottomed heels.
I turned around, to peer at my backside. My big round ass cheeks had just a thin white strap in between and the garter straps, otherwise naked and completely utterly tempting.
“Is this one better, ma'am?” The wide-eyed assistant asked trying to keep his eyes on my face, his cheeks beetroot red. He was newly employed, so it was his first time seeing me near naked. His inability to stop blushing was understandable.
I nodded in approval, the motion making my luscious brown locks ripple invitingly. “It is. I’d like to have a word with the designer of the last sample lingerie I wore.” I moved away from the mirror, hips swaying as I walked over to sit on a chair. “That design had already been on one of our competitors' official pages. Is she stealing designs? I'd like to know.”
“I’ll contact her right away.”
Two other assistants were bustling around the room with different lingerie in their arms, getting everything ready and organized but trying to make as little sounds as possible. Only one assistant rubbing some oil on my arm was moving her lips slightly to the music playing softly in the background.
The waiting makeup artist inched my chin higher with her gentle finger and started to apply soft touches of makeup to my face. I was having an exclusive DELEILAH photoshoot for this month's magazine cover and a video shoot for our official page. It was a bedroom themed so I was in a suite in one of the biggest luxury hotels in the city for the shoot. Though I had a large studio and other many different shoot settings in DELEILAH's main office, I preferred to go all out.
My crew was adding finishing touches and props to the chosen bedroom for the shoot. All I had to do now was get ready.
The makeup artist had started applying something to my lips in gentle but steady strokes, and all I could think about all of a sudden was the feel of Adonis’ lips. On mine. His large, hard hand calloused from working out squeezing my ass in an iron grip.
I remembered his words the night of the dinner party. He wanted all from me. I had pounced on him without even knowing exactly what he met, but whatever it is he wanted to do to me. From the wicked glint in his eyes, as he said it, I knew it would be incredibly dirty and possibly dangerous.
I found myself desperate to do whatever with him. Anything to get his maddening touch on me. To run my eyes over his ungodly muscular, ripped, and toned body and feel the searing heat of his hard flesh beneath my hands.
My lust and desire for him were soaring higher and higher every fucking day and the last time we fucked was at a dark balcony of Mr. Giles’ mansion. The quick, hot, and naughty fuck only fueled my insatiable need for him. I was going crazy. So desperate to run my fingers through his dark hair and feel his rough hands palm my breasts. A surge of hot lust shot through me at the thought and I bit my lip hard, ruining whatever the makeup artist was doing.
Shit. I looked up at her, feeling my face heat mildly. “Um. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She gave a small smile, her voice gentle but professional. She obviously knew I was thinking about sex, but in this line of work, that’s very normal.
She moved to grab something from her kit and I heard footsteps at the door. It opened a fraction and a head with blue hair popped in.
“Miss Waters?” Her cheeks were slightly pink. “Your fiancé is here to see you.”
Now I knew why she looked flustered. Having a tall, handsome man like Neil walk into a lingerie photoshoot location was probably not a good idea.
“Show him in,” I said but she only blinked.
“Um. He’s right here.” She opened the door wider to reveal Neil in the doorway, tall, broad, and handsome with his blond hair sticking all over the place in that I’m-hot-and-i-know-it way that made girls blush.
He was holding a beautiful, beautiful bouquet of roses.
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