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If he needed to work, that was fine, but that didn’t mean—yanking open a drawer, I ran my fingers over the black lace and satin lingerie set I had ordered last week and hadn’t had the chance to try on yet.

It was perfect.

Taking a quick shower, I fluffed my hair around my shoulders and slipped into it. The balconette bra pushed up my now bigger breasts. The panties were full but sexy in a way that was impossible to ignore.

I finished the outfit off with sheer black stockings and stepped back in front of the mirror to study myself.

I looked good. Face flushed and eyes bright. My body seemed soft but still sexy.

Nodding my head once, I went to move back, and my eyes snagged on my stretch marks. Usually, I didn’t have a problem with them, but tonight they seemed to scream at me.

"Hmm." Tapping my nail against my lip, I glanced around. Maybe something to cover myself with, if only until I got in front of him. Finally, my eyes found a shirt, one of Ilya's, and a wide smile spread across my face.

Perfect.

Settling the pristine white shirt over me, I reached for his tie next, letting it settle between the mounds of my breasts.

If Ilya had business to deal with, then that was fine. But so did I, and going downstairs wearing his shirt and tie with the sluttiest underwear underneath didn't distract him, then nothing would.

One last glance at my reflection, and I went towards his office. Luckily for me, I didn’t pass anyone. But even if I did, I knew they wouldn’t say anything.

They might exchange knowing smiles, but no one would lift an eyebrow at the fact I was clearly on my way to seduce my husband.

And I was going to seduce him.

Lifting my hand, I knocked lightly.

"Come in." Ilya's voice was strong.

Silently, I pushed open the door and slipped inside, smiling at the shocked look on my husband's face when he caught sight of me.

"I hope I’m not interrupting?" I asked sweetly, and closed the door behind me.

Epilogue 5

Ilya

"Come in," I said, the phone still to my ear but my eyes darting between my computer screen and the door.

Daisy slipped inside, and a lump formed in my throat at the sight of her. My eyebrows slammed upwards as she closed the door behind her. Her gorgeous face was all sweet and innocent, completely in contrast to the fact that she was wearing my shirt with not much else.

"Not interrupting you, I hope?" she asked, her voice teasing as she leant against the door and gave me an almost perfect view of her.

Fucking stockings. She was wearing stockings with my shirt. My favorite tie nestled between her full, high breasts.

My mouth went dry at the sight of her.

"Ilya, are you there?" the voice in my ear asked, and I mumbled out a reply that was almost nonsensical.

How could anyone form a coherent sentence when their wife had just snuck into the room with a mischievous smile on her gorgeous face and not much else?

"I thought you might need some help," she teased, running her hand down curves that made my mouth water. "I hope you don’t mind." Crossing the distance between us, she hopped herself up onto my desk. Right in front of me. Feet up on the arms of my chair so she could spread her legs just enough for me to see a slip of lace and satin against her mound.

"I didn’t have any office attire, so I borrowed yours."

I still couldn’t speak; all I could do was follow her hand as it trailed across the shirt front and cupped her full breasts.

In my pants, my cock pushed against my zipper. The moment she had slipped inside my office, I had been painfully hard. Now it felt like I was going to pass out from lack of blood to my brain.