This is Love by Natasha Madison

Author:Natasha Madison [Madison, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Natasha Madison

Chapter Nineteen

Vivienne

“We are going to be late.” I hear him from the bedroom while I slip on my metallic pink heels. I look in the mirror and put a hand to my stomach. Suddenly, I’m nervous as hell. It’s his big day, and I want to support him in any way I can. After we left his store, we came back to the room and got lost in each other over and over again. So much that we didn’t leave the room. We ate on the terrace with my legs over his, and then I climbed into his lap, and we had sex while the jazz band played on in the distance.

I apply my nude-colored lipstick and gloss. My eyes are sparling blue today, and I put on my diamond earrings. And then look at my outfit in the full-length mirror. It’s a light jacket and skirt. The skirt hugs my every curve and stops just after my knees. But it’s the jacket that makes the outfit. It goes low in the front and then crosses over tight around the waist and then flares out. “Baby,” he says the nickname he sometimes calls me, and I haven’t told him to stop yet. I keep reminding myself that I should say something, but it hasn’t come up yet. He knocks at the door. “The car is downstairs.”

“Hold your cock, Markos,” I joke, opening the door and seeing him standing there. I stop breathing, but I smile and try not to let him see. He’s standing there in a light gray suit that molds to his whole body with a white button-down shirt underneath and a dark blue tie around his neck. “I’m ready.”

“You aren’t wearing that?” he says, looking at me up and down, and I put on hand on my hip.

“What’s wrong with this outfit? Is it the color?” I ask him, looking down. “I didn’t pack another one.”

“One, it’s too low in the front.” He points at the jacket that goes down a little, but it’s tight fitting so nothing is coming out. “Two, we know you aren’t wearing a bra, so that’s a no.”

“The bra is built in,” I tell him, picking up his hand so he can feel the little pads.

“Three, I want you to change,” he continues, and then I shake my head.

“Well, this is the only outfit I brought,” I tell him, annoyed now. “So either I go like this or I stay here and get a massage. Ball’s in your court,” I say, walking away from him and going to grab my light pink Hermes purse I brought.

I feel him right behind me, his hands now on my hips pushing me into him. “Your ass looks so fuckable,” he whispers in my ear, and I know he means it because his hands are holding my hips the same way he does when he takes my ass.

“Well, if you behave …” I turn in his arms, his hands finding my hips again. “When we come back, I can grant you access to said ass.

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