Muse in Lingerie (Lingerie 1)

Conway rose to his feet again, moving slowly as his fingertips trailed over my skin. He moved over the fabric of my thong and lifted my dress slightly on the way up. When he was at his full height, he was much closer to me than he had been a second ago. Now his face was practically pressed against mine. His warm breaths gently blanketed my face. His hands moved to my hips, his fingertips digging into me again. “Turn around.” The deep baritone of his voice washed over me, enticing my nerves and making me shudder in weakness. The room was so silent that his quiet words felt explosive in my ears.

I didn’t think twice before I obeyed him. I faced the other way, seeing him stand behind me in the reflection in the mirror. His hand snaked up the back of my neck until he dug under the fall of my hair. Then he moved it to the side, exposing my neck. His eyes drank in my flesh as he gripped my hips. He pulled me into him slightly, pressing his chest into my back.

That’s when I felt it. The distinct outline of his enormous cock through his jeans. He was long, thick, and nearly throbbing.

I didn’t want my cheeks to flush with color, but I knew there was no stopping it.

Conway didn’t look at my expression in the mirror. His eyes were focused on me right in front of him. He craned his neck down and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck.

His lips were so hot, I felt myself melt.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling my body tense in a sensual reaction. Without my even realizing it, a quiet moan escaped my lips. I liked his touch, loved the way his soft lips caught against my skin slightly. Some of his breath washed over me at the same time, the heat making me burn from the inside out.

He pressed his forehead against the back of my head. “So fucking beautiful.” His words rolled over me like a physical touch. His hands gripped my hips again, and he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

I didn’t stop him. I just let it happen. I closed my eyes and leaned back into him, letting him kiss me with his pretty mouth and touch me with his manly hands. I wasn’t here to be one of the models he took to the bed in the corner. I just needed money until something more appropriate came along. I didn’t need to know Conway better to understand he was a playboy. He told me he’d never had a girlfriend, so he fucked women then moved on to the next one. I didn’t want to be just some random woman.

He kissed my neck next, his hands pulling me harder into him.

It would be so easy to let this happen. I wanted to turn around and get that mouth on mine. I wanted to explore his hard body that I’d been staring at all day. A part of me wanted to be another meaningless fling.

But then the door opened.

Lacey Lockwood stepped inside, furious before she even laid eyes on us. Her hair was styled for the runway, and smoky eye makeup was painted across her lids. In sparkling heels and a skintight black dress, she looked every bit of the model that she was.

Conway stopped kissing me, but he kept his hands on my hips.

It took Lacey less than two seconds to deduce what was going on. “She’s wearing the Queen of Diamonds?”

Conway dropped his hands from my waist and walked around me. “Yes.”

If she stomped her foot, she would look like a child on the playground. She had such a beautiful face that it looked wrong to see her so angry. She set one hand on her hip as her nostrils flared. “I thought I was the one doing the finale for the show on Saturday.”

Conway didn’t rise to her anger. “I never said you were.”

Her eyes doubled in size. “She has no idea what she’s doing.”

“And you have no idea what you’re doing,” he said coldly. “You just marched into your boss’s office to tell him how to do his job.”

I stood directly next to the confrontation, and I wished I could slip away and disappear. The angrier Lacey became, the worse it would be for me. Once Conway wasn’t around, she would trash me to all the others girls, and they would make me pay for what I did.

“I tell you how to do your job.” Conway was an irritable man, but he managed to keep the conversation somewhat civil by not raising his voice. With his kind of power, he didn’t have to. “You’re in the second act. Now get out of my office.”

Instead of leaving, Lacey looked at me like I was a disgusting bug she found in the basement. “Why are you so fascinated with her? She auditioned in jeans and a t-shirt. Jeans!”