Tailored Temptation (Joe's POV)

Kate tugged Emily toward the dressing suites with that effortless charm, Iris trailing close behind like a shadow. I smiled watching them go; Kate’s warmth extending to Emily just as it had to Iris back in my office and over that lunch at La Bonne Soupe. Emily’s reaction was pure gold: eyes wide, innocent awe lighting her face like a kid meeting her idol. That look was my favorite thing about her; the one that always pushed me over the edge when we fucked, her gaze locked on mine as she came undone. Now, with the Voyeurs’ gifts, I could ride that edge forever, holding my release while giving her wave after wave until she was shaking, begging, soaked, just like earlier.

A slim brunette approached, barely coming up to my chest, tailor’s tape draped around her shoulders like a scarf. Thick-rimmed glasses framed sharp brown eyes and a pretty, heart-shaped face.

“Hi, I’m Addy,” she said with a professional smile. “Kate picked some killer outfits for you, but let’s get accurate measurements so we can make any adjustments.”

She led me to a private changing suite; mirrors on three sides, racks of designer suits in dark charcoals and blacks, the kind of sleek tailoring I’d seen on Hemsworth, Clooney, DiCaprio. Pieces I never would’ve touched before the signing bonus and the sketch sale windfall. Now? They felt within reach.

I shrugged off my jacket as Addy knelt to measure my outseam. Her hand brushed my waist; innocent, professional; but a sudden jolt of self-consciousness hit me. In the haze of marathon sex with Emily, my boxer briefs had taken serious damage. Laundry hadn’t come back yet, so I was going commando under the jeans.

Before I could warn her, Addy slid the tape up my inseam, her knuckles grazing the heavy length of my cock through the denim.

She froze, eyes flicking up over the rim of her glasses, confusion flashing across her face. “Do you… want to be able to carry your phone tonight too?” she asked, voice a little higher.

I bit back a grin, she hadn't brushed up against my phone, I fished it from my back pocket, and held it up.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, spreading down her neck as her gaze darted involuntarily to her hand... and my crotch for a split second longer than intended. She gasped, swallowed hard, the tape slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor. “Oh, um, then I think your… the pants we have should fit you, um… perfectly,” she stammered, voice cracking on the last word.

She scrambled to pick up the tape, nearly tipping over, her breath coming quicker now. When she stood, she couldn’t quite meet my eyes, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a trembling hand. “I...I’m just gonna… go check if the girls need any help with their fittings,” she blurted, backing toward the door, cheeks burning hotter. She fumbled for the handle, finally yanking it open, a final giggle escaping and practically fleeing down the hall, her hurried footsteps echoing.

I couldn’t help the swell of pride; and a fresh twitch of arousal; as the door clicked shut. Another woman, accidentally impressed by what Emily loved to call my “gift.” Addy’s flustered scramble, that wide-eyed glance, the way her breath hitched… yeah, she’d felt it.

I chuckled, running a hand through my hair, cock half-hard now at the memory of Emily’s earlier worship; her mouth stretched wide, eyes watering as she took me deep and the many positions we endured.

I turned to the rack and pulled out a charcoal suit; sharp, tailored, the kind that would make Emily’s eyes darken with hunger. She’d want to peel it off me slow later tonight… or rip it off fast.

Either way, I couldn’t wait to give her the reason to.