LaceysGame by Shiloh Walker Read Free Book Online

halfway down the
hall, though. A photo shoot with him would be grueling enough that it would
keep her mind occupied. A plus, there.
    By the time it was done, it would be late and she could just
go to the bar and mix drinks whether he liked it or not. She’d take extra
clothes and change there. The black pleather underbust corset would work—she’d
wear it with the sheer lace bra for her slut shoot and then change and put it
over a black shirt for mixing drinks. A denim mini for tonight.
    But what for now…?
    She studied her clothes. There was a black miniskirt but it
wasn’t really short enough…
    Memory flashed through her mind.
    She’d worn that out with Brogan.
    Pain lanced through her heart. Hissing out a breath, she dug
a pair of scissors out and cut a jagged strip off the bottom, turning the mini
into a micro. She had detachable garter straps that could turn just about
anything into garters and she hooked those onto the bottom of the skirt.
    Black fishnets and she was deliberately careless as she put
them on, tearing holes in them. After hooking the raw edges of the fishnets
onto the garters, she put on the sheer lace bra. She could see her nipples
through it. “Sluts r us,” she murmured as she grabbed her underbust corset. She
was already slender, but it narrowed her waist more and managed to emphasize
what little she had in the way of hips and boobs, pushing them up and out.
    When she finished, she stared in the mirror for a minute and
then went for the makeup.
    Dark, heavy and extreme. Heavy on the eyeliner, the
eyeshadow and the mascara, very little in the way of blush, topping it off with
lipstick the color of blood. Against her pale skin, the effect was almost too
much.
    But that was the whole point of the get-up. Too much.
    She looked like a walking advertisement for fast and easy,
she figured. One more thing, though…the knee-high leather boots. She had a pair
of thigh boots, but she’d left those in storage.
    “Very good.”
    Catching a glimpse of Lou in her mirror, she smirked. “I had
to butcher a skirt to get one this short. You better approve.”
    He came up behind her and tugged the skirt up. “You’re
wearing panties.”
    “I often do.”
    “Not today.”
    She opened her mouth to argue, but he was already tugging
them down, detaching the garters to get them out of the way. “Damn it, Lou, I
don’t often walk around in something this short without panties, you know.”
    As he dropped them to the floor, he leaned in and rested his
chin on her shoulder. “You just spent more than a year with a guy who didn’t
get what you want. Now you’re with somebody who does. Why don’t you just play
with me for a while, Lacey?” His hand pressed against her belly, then
lower…lower, until he could hook his fingers under the hem of her short skirt
and then push two of them inside her. Quick, fast…pumping, twisting.
    As he finger-fucked her with one hand, he used the other to
nudge her forward. “Don’t you miss playing, Lacey?” he asked. “Really playing?”
    And the look in his eyes was a challenge. A dare.
    “Are we playing or doing this photo shoot?” she asked, the
words squeezing out of her suddenly tight throat as she stared at him.
    His grin was wild. “Both.”
    “Oh hell.”
    A second later, she heard him unzipping his jeans. Then she
heard foil tearing and it wasn’t another thirty seconds before he was pumping
inside her, hard, fast and deep. When he brought one hand down, hard, on her
ass, she moaned.
    “You miss playing, don’t you?”
    Gasping for air, staring at their reflections in the mirror,
she shuddered around him, clenched down tight. “Tell me,” he ordered, spanking
her again.
    Lacey glared at him.
    He fisted a hand in her hair and jerked her head back, hard.
As pain blossomed, she smiled. “Yes, I miss playing.”
    He held her upright, shafting her slowly, his cock swelling
inside her, rubbing against her just there …and it was slow, and sweet, a
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