Seduce Me Please Shirt Novels & Stories

“There’s nothing wrong with this.” “You look like you’re about to negotiate a merger.” “I am technically working.” “This is Vegas.” “Yes.” “You can’t go to a club looking like someone’s accountant.” “I’m not your accountant.” “You look like one.” He sighed. “What exactly do you want me to do?” I studied him thoughtfully. Then pointed. “Take off the jacket.” He didn’t move. “Elion.” Slowly, he removed the suit jacket. Better. “Now roll up your sleeves.”

The lobby atmosphere changed instantly, as if the building itself had inhaled. Victor Colitz entered without hurry. Tall, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, expression calm and unreadable, he crossed the lobby with the quiet confidence of a man who never needed attention because it arrived on its own. The staff greeted him nervously. Some lowered their eyes. Others stared too long. The two women beside Kathleen nearly stopped breathing. “Oh my God,” one whispered. “He looks even better in person.” Kathleen glanced up once, briefly. Yes, he was handsome. Strikingly so.

Her eyes weren't able to resist following his hands as he unbutton his shirt, revealing his six-pack abs which he’s been working on for so long. “I’m sorry but it’s all wet,” he simply said as he squeezed his shirt without taking his eyes off of her. He caught her staring at his body and it made him certain that she still somehow feels something for him. He slung his shirt over his one shoulder and slightly caressed his abs and pretended to pat them dry. “Oh my," she whispered, blushing. "Excuse me, let me get you a towel.” Astrid looked down and turned away. ~~

an oversized shirt "Sorry, but I don't wear boxers. The bathroom is over there; I will grab some more beer." So as I am getting changed, I fail to close the door; it is only me and him who will see. I feel him watching me as I wiggle my ass out of my jeans and slip my shirt down my shoulders. I stand there for a second and stretch my body, toning every muscle of my perfect physique...then I hear him... "Fuck." I softly chuckle to myself and pull his shirt over my head... ...Back in the lounge... "My god, you are gorgeous."

Pushing the closet door closed with my foot, I slid the shirt over my body, wincing slightly when the fabric scratched over my sore nipples. “Feed me…” His deep, vibrational, and orgasmic voice had ordered. He had really devoured my nipples like a true beast. Adonis’ rich scent hovered around me, but the shirt was made of a clingy material, so even though it was big and loose on my smaller body, the parts of the shirt that came in contact with my big, bouncy breasts and ass cheeks clung to it seductively. One sleeve of the shirt drooped down my shoulder, revealing a lot of boob and skin.

It smelled like my favorite scent—the scent of designers. I walked to the female section, taking out every single item that caught my eye. Then headed to the underwear section, picking out lace undies and pairs of nipple covers. I hated bras. So much. Salesperson: “Ma’am, do I package those for you?” I looked up to see a worker smiling politely. Me: “Sure.” I handed her the heap of clothes. I was about to head to the shoe area when my eyes caught a sign at the corner: “Seduction.”

If simply unbuttoning his shirt does this much to me, then how am I supposed to survive this? He pulls off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground with a quiet thud. He stands tall, smirking proudly, and his chest is…bare. His chest is bare. Oh my god. “Do you want to touch me, Sorahiko?”. It's a slow drawl, meant to sound seductive— and it does. It’s a bit too seductive for me. What should I say? What should I do? How am I supposed to answer this? What is the right way to—

Tease. Twenty minutes later, I return downstairs in my black silk shirt that I ‘unintentionally’ unbuttoned just low enough. Sasha is already downstairs, looking like he's heading to his own damn funeral. No surprise there. Black on black, with the icy expression that I'm starting to get used to. “Dress to impress, have you ever heard of it?” I ask, fixing my cuff. “You’re gonna scare the girls away dressed like that,” “Don't touch any of them” he says.

"You're amazing for my ego." "You're great for my libido and my pussy loves you. Get your shirt off. I'm naked, you should be too." I started undoing the buttons of his shirt, then got distracted by his chest. He shivered; took a quick breath as I slowly ran my fingers down his sternum.

Pathetic. I returned to the club, of course. This time I was wearing something from my closet, something I had never worn before and something I hadn't sold. It was the one thing I probably wasn't going to sell until I got a chance to wear it. It was light, nudish pink, almost the same color as my skin, but sparkly. With plenty of cutouts showing all kinds of skin, enticing people to touch and sample. I shivered at the thought of whose mouth would end up where, worshipping me the way I deserved.