Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

Park came back to his room sometime after eleven and crossed the living space into his bedroom only that he found Emmeline there.

She was standing near the vanity with her back partly toward him, messing with something on the table and humming under her breath. She had changed for the night into a pale ivory satin slip dress, soft and slightly glossy beneath the warm lamps, with thin shoulder straps and open lace-up detailing running along both sides from beneath the arm toward the hip.

It looked expensive, comfortable and outrageously impractical, which meant it was probably one of Emmeline’s favorite things.

The thin satin clung to every soft curve.

He could see the full shape of her ass and the way the fabric rested against her breasts.

The slip was so thin it looked painted on.

Every time she shifted, the satin dragged over the round shape of her tits and the full round supple curve of her ass like it was begging to be peeled off. The lace-up sides gaped just enough that he could see warm skin and the start of her hip. Park felt his dick state to glowing his pants just from looking at her.

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Park stopped in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Emmeline are you in my room?" he asked while in reality he was thanking every heaven out there and fighting the urge to just cross and kiss her and thank her for coming.

Emmeline glanced over her shoulder.

"Hi." Her voice was soft, she looked back at him with that little almost-smile: "I missed you."

Park leaned against the doorframe fighting himself from saying he missed her too. "You’ve seen me four times today."

"Exactly. Barely anything."

She turned back toward the vanity.

The movement made the slip ride up from the back of her thighs until it rode up to show her full inner thighs, Park’s eyes dropped and stayed there.

He could see the crease where her ass met her legs, the way the tight dress clung on her round thighs and supple and then loosened with every breath. He wanted to walk and drop to his knees right there before dragging his tongue up that crease, and bite the soft underside of her ass until she jumped.

Park stared at her for another moment and sighed fighting his urges.

Emmeline was objectively ridiculous.

The entire Bennett family seemed to have been assembled by somebody deeply prejudiced against ordinary-looking people, and tonight she looked even more unfair because she had put absolutely no effort into it while she made him loose his mind.

Her hair was loose hair and she had jewelry except a tiny bracelet, bare feet, that silky little dress and the smug comfort of someone who had invaded another person’s bedroom so many times she no longer recognized borders.

Fuck, she knew how much he wanted nothing but leaving no boundary between them.

His shameless little inner bastard was already losing its mind looking at those tits that he knew ere always heavy and soft under his hands.

He wanted to walk up behind her, slide both hands under the lace-up sides, and just hold them. He wanted to cup them from behind, thumbs circling her nipples through the satin until they stood out like tight little peaks, then pinch and roll them while he pressed his cock against the split of her ass.

park decided to not rush, he slowly shut the bedroom door behind him.

There was nothing that would disturb them tonight, they’ll be taking that final step!

"What did you steal?" He asked.

Emmeline finally faced him with a smile. "Why do you assume I stole something?"

"Because you’re here."

"That is discrimination."

"Against thieves?"

"Against your older sisters."

"You’re older by a few months."

"Still older." She walked over and dropped onto his bed as though ownership had already been settled in court; the satin rode up her thighs as she sat, soft and shiny against her skin enough that he could see the inner curve of her thigh, warm and bare. The slip barely covered anything.

Park’s mouth went a little dry.

He could see the faint shadow between her legs; she was in nothing inside her!

Emmeline smiled sweetly.

"You’re impossible."

"And yet you love me." She replied confidently.

"That remains under review." Park said before he crossed the room, caught her ankle and dragged her several inches across the mattress.

Emmeline yelped. "Park!"

His hand stayed on her bare ankle a second longer than necessary, his thumb dragged slowly up the inside of her ankle, then higher, just once, feeling how warm her skin was. He circled the bone with the pad of his thumb, he then pressed firmer and slid higher still, mapping the sensitive tendon until her breath hitched.

"Return my property." He was demanding the pillow.

How amateur.

She grabbed the pillow with both arms and curled around it defensively. "No!"

"You have approximately ten pillows in your own wing."

"This one is better; it smells like you."

Park stopped.

Emmeline seemed to realize what she’d said about half a second later.

Her face changed but then she immediately buried it against the pillow.

Park’s mouth twitched: "That’s disgustingly clingy I love it."

"Shut up."

"My little stalker."

"I’m older than you."

"My elderly stalker."

The pillow flew at his face.

Park caught it badly this time and laughed as he dropped onto the bed beside her. Emmeline shoved his shoulder, he shoved hers back, and somehow the fight ended with his hand resting on her waist, fingers lightly tracing the open lace-up side of her slip.

Before his fingers slipped through one of the lace gaps and found bare, warm skin. He traced it slowly, back and forth, feeling her shiver. Then he used two fingers to stroke in a tight figure-eight, pressing just hard enough to make her hips twitch.

For a while, neither spoke before Emmeline nudged his arm with hers.

Her fingers stayed against his skin a moment longer than the nudge required.

She didn’t pull away. Her fingertips dragged lightly down his forearm.

"You’ve been busy this whole week... I barely had time to spend with you."

"Mm."

"Lawyers. NX. That manager stuff. Quinn."

Park turned his head. "Oh, are you jealous my love?"

"No!"

"That was suspiciously fast."

"I mean it." She looked toward him. Her voice was softer now. "It’s just weird."

"What is?"

"You’re actually building a life it used to sound like a dream, before."

Park’s teasing faded.

Emmeline picked at one loose thread near the edge of the pillow. "For years you kept saying you wanted acting, but everything always felt like it was happening somewhere far away from the reaches of your hands. Now suddenly you have meetings, contracts, people calling, followers going up every day..." She smiled a little. "You’re really doing it."

Park watched her, he reached over and messed up her hair.

His fingers lingered, sliding down to cup the side of her neck... his thumb brushed lightly under her ear. He used the edge of his thumbnail to scrape a slow line down the side of her throat, then soothed it with the pad of his thumb.

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