Beauty in Lingerie (Lingerie 2)

I shouldn’t push it. “Good night.” I sat up and pulled my hair over one shoulder.

He leaned back so I could rise. “Good night.”

I didn’t want to pull the lingerie back on, especially since the bottoms were soaked with my arousal. I walked to his dresser and placed my hand on the knob. “Can I take a t-shirt?”

He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, buck naked and beautiful. “Of course.”

I pulled it over my head then walked to the door without any panties. I just needed to be covered until I got to my bedroom down the hall. It was unlikely I’d cross paths with anyone at this time of night, but I didn’t want to risk it.

“Muse?”

I stopped in the doorway and looked at him.

His wide shoulders led to narrow hips. Past that, he had muscular thighs and toned calves. He told me every single one of my features was perfect when most women just had a few perfect attributes. But he was exactly the same way. I’d never seen a man more masculine and more handsome at the same time. “Thank you.”

I didn’t know what he was thanking me for, so I waited for an explanation.

“Thank you for putting up with me.”

4

Conway

I slept well the night before, so I woke up earlier than usual. I went for a run around the estate before I jumped into the pool to cool off. Dante was awake because he never allowed me to be awake earlier than he was, even if it was a Sunday. I had breakfast on the terrace before the sun even rose over the horizon.

My thoughts kept drifting back to the erotic night I’d had with Muse.

She’d crawled right into my lap without my asking. She rode me like it wasn’t her first time, and she was so wet between her legs I nearly came before I was even inside her. There was kissing and touching, heavy breathing and moaning. She said my name and didn’t resist the orgasm I gave her. It was definitely a fantasy, something so sexy I wasn’t sure if it was real. I had the most gorgeous woman on my lap, and I felt her skin-on-skin. Her perfect tits were in my face, firm and delicious.

She really made me feel like a man.

Her inexperience aroused me even more. I’d been with women who were amazing lays, but they didn’t compare to this innocent woman who was learning everything. I got to watch her realize what she enjoyed. I got to watch her explore her sexuality, watch her deal with her feelings for me.

It was sexy as hell.

Now my mind was buzzing with ideas. My fingers ached to feel the perfect fabric in my hands. I needed a needle and thread. I needed my Muse to stand there and inspire me, to channel all of my desire into the lingerie I would make for women everywhere.

After breakfast, I stopped by her room. I nearly stepped inside like last time, but then I remembered what I promised her. After what she did for me last night, I was more motivated to fulfill my end of the bargain. It was in my nature to storm into every room I owned and do whatever I wanted. I was a naturally bossy and aggressive man who cared little about the way other people felt. But Muse forced me to be more polite…despite my aversion to politeness. I tapped my knuckles against the wood.

It was barely seven in the morning so it was early, but since she headed out to the stables every day, she was probably going to wake up soon anyway. Her quiet voice reached me. “Come in.”

I opened the door and stepped inside.

She sat up in bed and turned on her bedside lamp. With messy hair and sleepy eyes, she covered her mouth and yawned. The covers fell back slightly, revealing her in the t-shirt she took from my dresser. “Did you need something?” She looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and squinted her eyes to read the time.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her with a soft smile, finding her cute first thing in the morning. Her makeup was gone, and now her skin glowed after a good night of rest. Her eyes shone a little brighter than normal, probably because they were rested too. “I’m going to the studio in Milan today. I’d like you to come with me.”

“What are you doing?”

“Designs.”

She probably wanted to stay behind and work in the stables, but since we were both compromising, she wouldn’t defy me. Using her for inspiration was one of the reasons I bought her in the first place. It wouldn’t be right if she denied me—and she knew that. “Let me shower and have some breakfast.”