Forever In Lingerie

By Gina Gordon

Bare Naked Designs, #1

How far would you go to hold on to forever?

Martina Jackson spent the last two years running from her past. Through the practice of Holistic Medicine she has meticulously transformed into a self-fulfilled woman, with one tiny exception. . .hot, steamy sex with no strings.

While she waits for the job offer of a lifetime, why not quench her sexual desires with an eager man willing to push her to the limit? What she doesn't plan for is, the fling is exactly what she's been running from.

Rob Taylor has been waiting his whole life to find the woman he can call forever. He didn't expect to find her in his parents' living room wearing nothing but white lace and stockings. When he overhears her discussing her secret sexual fantasies, Rob decides to give her what she's been missing.

As they play out each fantasy he connects with Martina on a deeper level, confirming what he knew the very first moment he heard her voice. . .that she is the one he's been waiting for.

34,119 Words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyrical Press
• Release date: Nov 22, 2010
• ISBN: 9781616502096

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For L.K.

Acknowledgements

I would especially like to thank my editor for her praise and support. This story was only half as good before you got your hands on it!

Foreword

I love lingerie. The combination of soft fabrics intricately pieced together creates a garment that has the ability to make a woman feel beautiful and sexually confident. When a woman wears lingerie, she transforms into a woman who can do anything, be anything, and get any man she wants.

Since I love lingerie so much, it seemed fitting that I would write about it. And so the idea for the Bare Naked Designs series came to be. Each story is based on one item of lingerie. Of course, in order to make things interesting, the hero just happens to see the heroine wearing the item and what unravels is a love story full of hot sex and romantic lace.

There was no question that I would put Martina in white lingerie. It symbolizes her renewed sense of self and direction as she enters a new chapter in her life. Although, there is nothing virginal about Rob’s proposition.

So I hope you enjoy Forever in Lingerie, the first story in the series, and fall in love with Martina and Rob on their journey to a happily ever after through lingerie.

Chapter 1

Martina Jackson stared down at her pale body wondering why she ever agreed to model lacy, bridal lingerie in the middle of a strange living room.

Ouch! Martina flinched.

Sorry. Carrie Taylor looked up from her crouched position. Her eyes strained over the dark rim of her glasses. That’s the price you pay when you’re a model.

What if I don’t want to be a model? Martina huffed.

Too bad, Amie piped in. This looks hot on you.

I don’t know about that. Martina shied away from Amie’s appreciative glance. A Victoria’s Secret model she was not.

Amie Woods stood on her opposite side. The blue flecks on the brown of her eyes danced with excitement. Probably not any different than what Martina’s looked like. The fruity drinks had been flowing non-stop for the last three hours.

After four of Amie’s blue concoctions, Martina allowed Carrie to dress her up in the latest addition of her soon-to-be famous lingerie, a white baby doll, a piece from her Forever line. Sheer white fabric slid out from the bra cup that pushed up her breasts to chin level. It delicately covered her torso and bottom and was hemmed in thick lace.

You’re my first real model, Martina. The first person other than me to wear Bare Naked Designs.

Clearly I’ll do anything for a friend.

Martina envied the look on Carrie’s face when she spoke about her designs, her passion. It was exactly what she was striving for. Martina was following her own dream, and it was just a matter of time before it became a reality.

Ow! Martina yelled. Carrie was putting the finishing touches on the bra cups, but her constant talking was a distraction and she kept ramming the tiny needle into Martina’s skin. Carrie, if you keep that up I’m going to end up bleeding all over the Forever line.

From this tiny needle? Not a chance.

Martina’s heart swelled. She missed this, having friends. She glanced from side to side, grateful for the two women she had met during her short stay in Toronto. She’d found two people she could get close to. She was ready to join the world again and stop being alone. Too bad at any moment she would have to leave them both behind.

No dripping on the lingerie! Carrie snapped at Amie as she got dangerously close to the fabric. One of her hands gripped the frilly lace between her fingers while the other waved her glass tumbler in the air.

Loosen up, Carrie. Why don’t you have another drink yourself? Amie grabbed the pitcher of blue liquid and shoved it in her face.

After we get this done. Carrie continued to thread the thin white string through the lace.

A chill raced down Martina’s back. It was cold in the Taylor residence, a modest size home with clean, classic decor. It was a comfortable space fit for a normal nuclear family. Martina got the impression that the Taylor family was picture-perfect.

So, Marty, Amie’s been telling me about your adventures, Carrie said, changing the subject.

Is that so? Martina gave Amie a curious look. What else has she told you?

That you’re leaving, Amie interrupted.

I have plans, Amie. It’s nothing personal. The call would come any day now. Martina was sure of it. Besides, she had to leave. Dreams still clouded her sleep. Mac continued to run, and that meant Martina had to follow.

But we get along so well. The three of us. Carrie peeked up at her and blew her dark strands out of her face. It’s nice having another member to our group.

To be honest, you’re the first real friends I’ve had in a long time. Martina shared a sentimental look with Carrie.

Aw! Tears. Amie pretended to wipe away moisture from under her eyes. They all chuckled.

Amie jumped up on the couch, a move reminiscent of Tom Cruise on the Oprah Winfrey Show. This conversation has taken a wrong turn. She continued to bob up and down, her long blond locks bouncing around her face. Tell Carrie about your little plan, Marty.

What plan? Carrie perked up from under the sheer fabric.

I knew I shouldn’t have told you about it. Just the thought of disclosing her embarrassing plan to yet another person made Martina cringe. No. I don’t think–

Marty, I pretty much have my face in your hoo-ha, so why keep secrets? Spill it.

I’ll tell her then. Amie jumped in before Martina could even consider giving up the information. She hopped off the couch and told her story. Apparently, our Marty is completely fulfilled in life.

Glad one of us is fulfilled, Carrie sang in a sarcastic tone.

Well...she is completely fulfilled except for one tiny area.

What area? Carrie asked.

Chapter 2

Rob entered his parents’ front foyer with his best friend trailing behind. He was about to turn the corner when a tiny voice drifted from the living room.

Hot, steamy sex with no strings.

He stopped short. Aleks bumped into him from behind.

Dude, what the…

Rob brought his finger up to his lips, his eyes motioning to the other room where giggles and screams filled the air.

Didn’t peg her as the slutty type, did you? That was Amie talking.

It’s not slutty. Rob heard his sister Carrie come to the defense of an unidentified woman. That was a relief. Walking in to hear his sister talk about casual sex would not be the best welcome.

He heard Carrie continue. What exactly does this hot and steamy affair entail?

I was never popular with the boys, the sultry voice explained. In high school I was quiet. In university other things took precedence and so here I am. I’m creeping up on thirty years old, and I have never been with two men at once.

Aleks grabbed his chest. This is the girl of my dreams. Who is she?

I don’t know. Rob pumped his hand up and down trying to get Aleks to stop talking. It wasn’t every day that you walked in on a woman saying she wanted to be with two men.

Martina, that doesn’t mean your life is lacking. I haven’t been with two men. Rob cringed. He shouldn’t be listening to his sister talk about sex.

I’m sorry, Carrie, I didn’t mean it that way. I just... I just want to know what it’s like. I want to know what it feels like to have a man take charge.

You want a little bondage play? Leave it to Amie to get into the kinky stuff.

Not that serious but maybe. Tie me up, bend me over, and make me your slave.

Rob’s jeans got tighter by the second. Aleks was practically piggy-backed against his body in order to better hear the conversation, and Rob swore he felt…

He turned around quickly. Keep your johnson away from me.

Oh. My bad. Aleks backed away. This is so hot. Are you hearing this?

Of course I can hear. Maybe we shouldn’t listen anymore.

Are you kidding? Aleks motioned to Rob’s very noticeable bulge. You’re just as turned on as me.

Enough! Rob turned around, slightly embarrassed. No more penis talk. Just keep your thing away from my body.

Believe me, I’d rather be listening to that girl. I do not want to talk about your boys.

They both turned back to catch the rest of the conversation.

I’ve had sex before but not good sex. Rob felt her–Martina’s–voice deep in his gut. I’ve never had a man be there...for me. Make my pleasure number one. I’ve never had a man take charge, catch me off guard. You know...a throw down.

Throw down? Rob heard his sister interrupt.

Yeah. When it’s passionate, intense, rip your clothes off, can’t have enough of you, I want you right here, right now, Amie rambled. The best kind of sex.

You would know, wouldn’t you? Rob could hear the sarcasm in his sister’s voice. He always hoped Carrie was naive when it came to sex, but with a friend like Amie, not a chance.

Shut it, Care. Rob heard the clinking of ice in a glass as Amie asked, How are you going to go about getting this sex, Marty?

I don’t know, but I’m sure there’s some guy out there willing to make my fantasies come true.

Rob turned to Aleks, unsure of what to say.

That man is you. Aleks jabbed his finger into Rob’s chest.

What?

Dude, we have just heard the most intimate information a woman can share. You don’t have to endure the ‘what do you like’ conversation or the ‘what are your fantasies’ talk. There’s no need for her to be embarrassed, you already know. Now you just have to give it to her.

Why me?

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