Ace Up My Sleeve Novels & Stories

Alec asked, shrugging out of his jacket. "Yeah—sorry I would have went back for a jacket if I knew we'd be spending time outside." I gladly took the leather jacket from him, slipping it on and immediately feeling it's warmth. It smelled heavily of Alec's cologne, and slightly of meat and food from the restaurant. "It's fine," he said, fixing the cuffs of his sleeves so that they stayed firmly rolled up. I loved when guys wore their shirts like that; there was just something weirdly sexy about an exposed forearm—especially on a man as handsome as Alec. "I brought it for you anyway."

Quickly, Selena opened the window side wide enough, flaked the silver color curtains to the sides, and waited for further instructions. “Come back in when I leave!” He said, and she hurried out immediately. “How are you feeling today?” He asked, but I kept quiet, staring at the long sleeve shirt he is wearing. It seemed this brand of sleeves, were made specially for his muscled chest. But it keeps struggling to stay intact against his chest no matter how many times I sees it.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts, and my plans that I had not realized that Alpha Toot had noticed what I was doing. It was only when he spoke did I realize. “You should not bother about leaving the building because it would not work” he said, and then his eyes landed on the Restrictor over my arm, and the sleeve of the dress. The Restrictor always had a way to stay over any dress I wore that had sleeves. It was advanced technology, and I would have been excited by it if it was not being used on me.

All because of Jasper. There are men waiting for him, as he instructed. As he makes his way inside, he orders them to take Jasper out. He peels his blazer off and rolls the sleeves of his shirt up. He finds everything he'll need. He didn't use it on Aaron, but he'll gladly use it on Jasper.

His sleeve rides up, revealing the edge of a mantis tattoo. “-Fuck”

“Are you sure?” “You don’t want a clogged duct, right?” I ask gently. She shakes her head. I smile reassuringly. “Then this is what we need to do since you don’t have your pump.” “Right,” she rasps. She grips the shirt and slowly pulls it up her body. I watch in stunned silence. Her light blue lacy panties stand out brightly against her tanned skin. My cock twitches hard at the sight. I spread my legs a little wider to hide the growing bulge in my slacks. Sophia lifts the shirt over her head and tosses it onto the couch. Her full breasts jiggle with the movement. A low groan escapes me before I can stop it. I run my palm across my mouth as I take her in.

Sameul hesitated for a second before he finally gave up knowingly very well that if his boss said he will come himself, then he will. After Ace was left alone in the room, he removed his current sweater letting his scars on display, his left arm covered with tattoes was the only spared part of his body which wasn't covered with scars. His back, chest, stomach and even the neck was covered with the nasty scars granted to him in the past by the people he once trusted.

I finally answered Quinn after a long beat of silence. Ace ran down the few steps leading up to his home and rounded the car to Quinn. he opened the door with a cheesy grin on his face, making a show of licking his lips as his eyes took in what she wore; a backless black dress with a deep neckline that ended just above mid-thigh, "My brother is lucky he's already staked his claim, baby girl, because if he hadn't I would have torn that dress right off of you by now." Quinn flushed, cheeks blossoming rosy red while she cast he eyes down, "I should change your name from Trigger Happy Suzzie to No Filter Tom."

Yet somehow, I’d pulled it out in under two minutes. And when I walked into Maeve’s room, she looked at me and looked at the shirt like some fashion emergency response team. And in-between me trying to imagine how tonight would look like, she’d crafted a way to hide my big arms. Sleeves. White sleeves. “See?” she said proudly, adjusting my hair over my shoulders. “I told you it wasn’t that bad.” A smile tugged at my lips as I stared at my reflection. And just like every other time I’d let Maeve dress me, something inside me relaxed.

This can't be me. The dress looks really elegant on me. With long sleeves laced with shiny silver strips that run artistically all over the dress, the neck runs down to the middle of my chest, holding my breast firmly and revealing cleavage. It hugs my body perfectly and holds up my bum, flowing gracefully to the floor with a teasing slit stopping at my upper thigh. This has to be the most beautiful dress I've ever seen or touched, and it boosts my confidence even more. Nothing feels better than looking good. This is it. I'm ready.