Seduce Me Please Shirt Novels & Stories

When I asked Ace, he astonished me by coming inside. "Good afternoon, sir," the saleswoman said, and I just followed Ace. "Why did you enter? Do you want to get a pair of shirts?" I questioned once again with Ace. "You want it; therefore, I want it as well, choose whatever you like," Ace said, and I couldn't believe it. "But we can't wear that because we only go out once," I explained, and he took a blue shirt with the title 'Mister' written on it. "Do you like this?" Ace asked me, and he also showed me the one that read 'Miss,' which is attractive and colorful.

A quick shower later, and I'm still replaying the feel of his lips on my skin, tempted to give in to my desires but resisting, wanting to save myself for what's to come. Skincare routine done, I open the drawer, but instead of sleepwear, I choose a white T-shirt from Renzo's collection. It's sheer, revealing my naked body beneath, and as I run my fingers through my long hair, I feel a rush of confidence and excitement. I know this shirt will drive him wild.

Asher disappeared for a second, then came back with one of his oversized black shirts. “Wear this,” he said, offering it like a gift. “We don’t want you catching a cold… unless you want us to nurse you back to health.” I took it with a soft laugh. “I’m already ruined. Might as well look the part.” I disappeared into the guest bathroom, peeled off the damp towel, and slid the shirt on. It hung low on my thighs and smelled like cedar and clean musk—like him. I stared at myself in the mirror for a second, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.

Trust me, I did not fuck up. "Wait, what? What about the male shoot?" "You're going to be the model. Your black slacks wore fine, just get a darker colored button up shirt and meet us up front." I walked away before he could object. Oh hot damn. That's all I could think when Jose came out from the dressing room. Part of me thought that he would freeze up, maybe be a little shy, but he walked out with his head held high. The shirt that I told him to wear was not buttoned up, instead he had it open, his chiseled body on display. His caramel skin was smooth, bare. The lines on his body were so defined, so firm, I could only imagine what it would feel like to rub my hands over his abs and up his

“It’s not a date.” “Sure,” he said, grinning. “And I’m secretly a fairy princess.” I glared at him. “I don’t need your sarcasm.” “No, but you need a shirt. And some sanity.” He stood and walked over to the pile, rummaging like it was a game. Then he held one up—deep navy, soft but tailored. “This. It says, ‘I’m brooding but approachable.’ Very on-brand.” I took it from him, staring at the fabric like it held answers. “Thanks.”

Ximena “I’m sorry I can’t accept this…” My words hung in the air. Only the goddess knew what made me walk into his office without knocking. I couldn’t take my eyes away, I was staring, without shame. He was dressed in a black shirt which had been unbuttoned. His chest was glistening and his biceps moved in the most seductive way ever. Trying hard to control myself, I looked away and my gaze returned to his chest almost immediately. I swallowed the lump in my throat, I wanted to stop myself from drooling but it seemed too difficult a job for me.

The last time we went to a market back home he purchased a necklace for me and this time I want to get him something. I find a beautiful pink shirt with a floral pattern. Something Deimos would rather die than wear. Wanting to tease him I quickly grab it whilst placing it over his chest. His eyes widen as he finds the feminine shirt over his body. "I like this. What do you think?" I ask him raking my eyes over his body acting like I love it. "I-I don't think this is-" He begins, showing utter disapproval whilst shaking his head as I cut him off. "I would love it if you wore it for me," I whisper feigning innocence to gauge his reaction.

Serra looked puzzled. Before they could decide what to do, Sasha who silently followed the butler found Serra. The first thing she felt when She looked at Serra was extreme Jealousy. Serra has the kind of beauty which can rival the most beautiful woman Sasha has ever seen. And Serra doesn't have a speck of make up on her face. She is wearing a long loose button down shirt which might belong to a man. And the shirt is longer than the jeans short which she was wearing, creating an illusion that she must be wearing only the shirt untill she moves.

I swear I am trying on the last dress, if he doesn't like it then it's his business. Just looking at the last dress, I fell in love with it. One shoulder long sleeve mermaid with a high slit that hugged my figure securely. I couldn't stop admiring myself in the floor length amazing mess.It was a single shoulder design that wrapped around to form a long sleeve and a high side slit. I walked uncertainly out of the fitting room and the moment Drake saw me, he shoved his phone in the pocket and looked at me with admirationHe tried to speak but no words passed his lips. He walked to where I was and rested his forehead on mine. His hands rested below my ears, his thumbs caressing my cheeks as o

Fuck she’s beautiful, enchanting, as she moves with me and soon I feel the build up. “Fuck! You’re so hot I can’t hold out.” I groan and reach between us to stroke her clit. Her shirt! Her ugly fucking shirt is in the way! I want to suck on her large tits. I paus my thrusts and change my position so I can remove her shirt and bra. I need to buy her nicer clothes, and sexier underwear. Then I remove my own shirt by ripping the buttons clean off. I don’t care. I can buy a new one or a maid can mend this one.