Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 69: Lust in Blues*

Chapter 69: Lust in Blues*

Blue lace.

Justin had to pause for a second because—fuck—this wasn’t just any blue. This was the kind of blue that made her skin glow like she was touched by a thousand sunsets. The lace barely covered anything, the thin straps digging into her shoulders, holding up the kind of curves that made his heart skip a beat.

He had to swallow hard. His mind had already short-circuited, completely focused on those breasts.

Full, round, just begging for his hands—no, his mouth. They rose and fell with every breath she took, her nipples barely hidden by the lace, peeking through like they were daring him to do something about it.

God, she’s perfect.

His gaze trailed lower, where her waist dipped in, smooth and tight, leading to the sinful curve of her hips. Damn, those thick thighs. Thick enough to make any man rethink his life choices, his whole philosophy on everything.

He could feel the heat of her skin as his fingers brushed down one of them, a slight tremble under his touch that told him she was just as worked up as he was.

He leaned in, kissing her like he was starved, devouring her mouth, taking his time to explore the way she responded. The moans she let out against his lips only fueled the fire burning inside him. He could feel her hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to get closer, to feel more of him.

Her fingers were practically shaking as they fumbled with the buttons.

And then he slowly dragged his lips down her neck again, giving each soft spot the attention it deserved, teasing, tasting. She let out a soft gasp, arching her back into him. Every inch of her body was calling out to him, like she couldn’t get enough, like she was addicted to the feeling of him touching her.

Her hands gripped at his chest, pulling him even closer, until he could feel the heat of her body, her every breath matching the frantic rhythm of his own. She tugged at the waistband of his pants, trying to pull him in, to get closer, to get more of him.

And then his fingers were back on her skin, this time sliding under the lace, teasing the soft skin of her stomach, feeling the quick rise and fall of her breaths beneath him. He brushed lightly over the curve of her breast, hearing her breath catch in response.

"Justin..." She breathed his name like a prayer, desperate, needy.

He could hear the edge in her voice, the way she was practically trembling with anticipation.

But he wasn’t about to give in that easily. He knew what she wanted, and he was going to take his sweet time.

His lips moved lower, trailing down the soft, warm skin of her chest, taking in the taste of her, feeling her heart hammering beneath his touch.

She was so damn close, so ready, but he didn’t rush it. Not yet. His lips danced over her skin, teasing, pulling back just before she thought she couldn’t take it anymore.

And then, when she whimpered against him, her hands clutching at him, that’s when he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands moved quickly, slipping down her body in one smooth motion.

Her body was every bit as perfect as he imagined—no, more.

The light from the room caught the delicate lace of her bra as he looked at her, seeing the way she trembled under his gaze, the way her body begged him to do something about it.

Her eyes locked with his, a mix of need and desire, but also... a challenge.

’Damn. She’s got me right where she wants me.’ he had to admit, he was feeling more turned on than never before, she was so far the hottest and she’d this energy he wanted.

His hand slid down, resting against the curve of her hips, fingers teasing just a bit. He saw the way she shifted her legs, slightly spreading them, like she was silently inviting him in, and hell, that look alone was enough to make his whole body react.

He leaned down again, brushing his lips against hers, but this time, it was soft, sweet—almost playful. Almost.

And when she kissed him back, with that fire, that hunger, he knew there was no going back.

The couch creaked as Justin pushed her back, but he didn’t just drop her there—no, he placed her down like she was the most valuable thing he’d ever touched. His fingers trailed across her skin like a warning, slow, deliberate.

She shivered beneath him, her breath hitching as his fingertips barely grazed her thigh.

"Mm..." The sound escaped her before she could stop it, a quiet, needy sigh that made his smirk sharpen.

He could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body tensed and shifted with every featherlight touch.

His gaze dropped, catching sight of the damp lace between her legs, and something dark and possessive curled inside him. Damn. The sight alone was enough to send a rush of heat straight through him.

His hand skimmed up her leg, teasing just close enough to make her hips twitch. Her breath came out in a shaky exhale, and then—

"Ahh—" She gasped when he traced his fingers along the inside of her thigh, just barely skimming the edge of where she wanted him.

"Already this wet for me?" Justin’s voice was low, rough. He wanted her to hear it, to know exactly what she was doing to him.

She didn’t answer—not with words, at least. The way her legs shifted wider, the way she pressed up against his touch, was more than enough.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over her neck, letting her feel his breath before he finally kissed her there. Slow. Deliberate. His fingers found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with a lazy precision that made her whimper in frustration.

Her head fell back against the couch as he took his time, running his hands over every inch of skin he uncovered. The way her body reacted—every arch, every sharp inhale, every soft little moan—sent a pulse of satisfaction through him.

"Mmm—Justin..."

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