Eat Your Heart Out 007 (Joe’s POV)

The suit fit like it had been poured over me; charcoal black wool, perfectly tailored, hugging every line of my shoulders and chest. The black dress shirt beneath it was crisp, the deep red tie a deliberate nod to Emily’s favorite color, likely a suggestion from Iris. I turned in the mirror, adjusting the knot, feeling the fabric move with me like a second skin. Addy slipped back in, cheeks still carrying a faint flush from earlier, eyes flicking over me with professional appraisal… and something unmistakably appreciative.

“Those are a nice fit,” she said, stepping close to smooth the shoulders. Her fingers lingered a second longer than necessary, palms gliding down the lapels. She stepped back, head tilting as her gaze traveled slowly from my face to my chest… then lower. “You look good.”

Her eyes caught on the heavy outline of my cock, no underwear to tame it. The way she stared wasn’t subtle. Her lips parted slightly, breath catching, and she swallowed hard before dragging her gaze back up.

I wasn’t used to women eyeing me so openly in the real world. The domain had made me bold, commanding; Kate writhing beneath me, begging for more; the models lined up, one after another, each one taking every inch until they were trembling and full. Eliza’s voice echoing in my memory: “Breed me, Joe… fill me until it drips.” But here, in the real world, I kept it locked down. Emmy is my everything. Always.

Addy’s blush deepened. She gestured toward the door. “The girls are waiting outside. They look… well, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

I gave her a small, knowing smile. “Thanks, Addy.”

She bit her lip, nodded quickly, and slipped out.

I adjusted the suit one last time, cock stirring from the memory of Emily’s mouth, her pussy, her screams. I calmed myself, stepped into the main suite; and stopped breathing.

Kate stood first; elegant in a plunging white gown that clung to every curve like moonlight. She was used to the red carpet, confident and radiant.

But Emily stole the air from my lungs.

She wore black silk satin that poured over her like ink; deep neckline framing her small, perfect breasts, a thigh-high slit flashing smooth skin with every tiny shift. A sparkling bracelet caught the light on her wrist, stilettos making her legs look endless. She smiled at me, those big brown eyes I could get lost in forever, and tilted her head playfully to the right.

“Check out Irie.”

Whatever breath I had left me in a rush.

Iris was… devastating.

A floor-length silver gown molded to her like molten metal; hugging her long legs, cinching her tiny waist, accentuating the perfect swell of her ass and the gentle curve of her hips. Her bronzed skin glowed against the fabric, hair swept up and held with a silver spike. She radiated quiet confidence, green eyes shining, lips curved in a smile that was equal parts shy and daring.

I’d never seen her like this. Business suits, casual jeans, gym clothes; yes. But this? This was Iris unveiled, breathtaking, powerful.

I walked to her on autopilot. “Irie… you look amazing.”

She held out her hands. I took them, and she gave a slow, playful twirl; giggling as the gown flared around her legs. The sound was light, free, and it hit me in the chest. We’d shared late nights, successes, even loss, but this side of her; radiant, unguarded; was new. And she was as excited for tonight as I was, not just the campaign, but for me proposing to Emily.

I pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her body press against mine; nothing but thin silk and satin between us. Her warmth, her scent, the way she fit perfectly against me. She stepped back, hands still in mine, smiling up at me with those bright green eyes.

Kate and Emily watched us, both smiling softly.

I stroked Iris’s cheek with my thumb. “Thank you,” I said quietly; to her, to Kate, to Emily, to the Voyeurs silently watching from somewhere beyond. “For everything.”

Here I was; three extraordinary women surrounding me, my career on fire, the ring waiting in Iris’s bag; and the biggest moment of my life was still hours away.

I couldn’t stop smiling.