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Oh no, they’re gone!The tailor must have grabbed them when she picked up her kit!

I turn back to Trek, my eyes wide and my heart pounding.

“What.Are.You.Doing.Here?”I enunciate each word through gritted teeth.

Trek looks amused at my attempt to be fierce.

“It’s just another part of my job,” he says easily, folding his arms across his thick chest and leaning against the door.

“Oh really,” I huff.“Pray tell -whatpart of the job?”I demand hotly.

But in my head, all I can think about are my dreams last night, and how I’d woken up completely obsessed with the idea of Trek seeing me nude and flushed, my legs open for his exploration.

And now here we are…

5

Trek

Before I knocked on the door, I knew what I might see.After all, I’ve been around the block.This isn’t the first pageant I’ve organized, and if anything, the girls are often nude backstage as they change from evening gown to swimsuit to dance costume.

But walking into the dressing room andactuallyseeing Posey—no longer imagining those lush curves—is enough to make me want to let go of all control and fuck her until my seed stops spilling.

At the same time, it’s almost comical, watching Posey try to cover her huge boobs with one arm.Her squirming is only making her curves more prominent with each self-conscious movement.Not to mention that one of her nipples keeps popping out beneath her elbow, practically demanding to be sucked.

God I want to lick that pink nub, I nearly growl.

Outwardly, I manage to keep a bored, slightly bemused expression on my face.Inside, I’m all animal, ready to pounce and devour.

“I just want to make sure everything’s going smoothly with the bikini fitting,” I say.“Are there any problems?”

Posey bites her bottom lip.“No,” she says in a terse voice.“Everything’s fine.”The sassy redhead shifts again, pushing up her tits in an attempt to cover them.

I feel my cock rise with need as I watch her wiggle.The bulge at the base of my dick pulses and I want to plant myself within her, until she knows that she’s mine.

Hell, she doesn’t even know that I HAVE a bulge.Wait until she gets a load of my physique.

“Everything’s fine,” Posey states again.“The tailor is very nice.Thanks for your concern.And she should be back any minute.”

There’s a hint of warning in the woman’s tone, and I raise an eyebrow, amused that she’s trying to frighten me into behaving.

“No, she won’t be coming back,” I correct Posey gently.

She frowns and tightens her arms across her body.“What are you talking about?”

A low growl escapes my lips.“Stop squirming like that,” I order the busty red head in a low voice that’s half snarl, half desperation.

Posey immediately stands still, her lips parting slightly in surprise at my stern tone.

“There’s no need to keep covering yourself up,” I explain in a more controlled voice.“I’ve directed dozens of these pageants, so I’ve seen plenty of nude women.Not to mention that you’re not doing a very good job of hiding your assets.”

Something akin to irritation flashes across Posey’s face but she remains still.

“I see,” she responds.“Then you won’t be affected if I do this.”Without hesitation, she drops her arms and plants a hand on each hip, practically thrusting her body at me.

The air whooshes out of my lungs as my cock stiffens.I thought it was torture to see Posey stand on the pedestal, squeezing her tits in front of me.But now that I can see her whole figure, take in every curve, imagine my tongue running along every dip, I know that my control is going to slip any second.

“Damn, Red.You’re gorgeous,” I growl aloud, giving into temptation and letting my gaze slide along her body.The fullness of her breasts, her wide hips, the slit of pink between her thighs has me panting.

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