The next day at the fashion house, Marinette wore a tight, knee-length pencil skirt with a matching crop top, her midriff exposed, showcasing her toned stomach and hinting at the softness of her breasts. She had chosen the outfit carefully, knowing it would drive Gabriel crazy, and she felt a thrill of power as she saw his gaze lingering on her.
"Mister Agreste," she said shyly, her eyes wide with innocence, "you mentioned yesterday that you might need a junior partner for some of your projects."
Gabriel's eyes snapped to hers, his mind racing. The way she looked at him, the way she talked about partnership, it was all too much. He knew he had to keep his cool, had to keep his true intentions hidden.
"Ah yes," he said, his voice gruff. "I have just the thing in mind."
He stood, his eyes never leaving hers, and gestured for her to follow. His heart was racing as he led her to a private fitting room, the anticipation building in his chest. He had been thinking about this all night, the way she had looked at him, the way she had felt in his arms.
Marinette's heart pounded as she stepped into the room, the walls closing in around her. She knew what he wanted, knew what she had to do. But she had to keep her cool, had to keep her identity hidden.
Gabriel turned to her, his eyes dark with desire. "You know," he began, his voice low and seductive, "the best way to understand fashion is to wear it. To feel it against your skin."
Marinette's cheeks flushed as she nodded, playing along. "Of course," she murmured, her voice a soft purr. "I'd be happy to model some of your designs."
His eyes raked over her, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her waist. "I think you'll look perfect in this," he said, holding up a scrap of fabric that could barely be called a dress.
Marinette took the dress, her heart racing as she stepped behind the curtain to change. She could feel his eyes on her, could almost hear the blood pumping through his veins. She slipped off her clothes, her body tingling with excitement. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for.
As she emerged from the changing room, the dress barely covered her. It was a deep red, the color of passion, and it hugged her curves like a second skin. The neckline plunged low, her breasts threatening to spill out with every breath she took. The fabric was sheer, revealing her lacy underwear beneath.
Gabriel's cock grew hard at the sight of her, his mind racing. He had to have her, had to taste her, feel her. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to adjust the strap that had slipped down her shoulder.
"Let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Marinette's pulse quickened as his hand brushed against her bare skin. She knew she had to keep her cool, had to keep playing the innocent intern. But it was getting harder and harder to resist the pull of her own desire.
"Thank you, Mister Agreste," she said, her voice a breathy whisper.
Her eyes never left his as she turned, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. She watched as his gaze followed, his pupils dilating. She could feel the heat of his stare, the need that was building in him.
"Now, let's see how it looks," he said, his voice a little too controlled.
Marinette turned back to face him, her eyes wide and innocent. "What do you think?" she asked, twirling for him.
Gabriel's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. "I think it's... perfect," he said, his voice strained.
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement as he stepped closer, his hand sliding up her arm. "But I think," he continued, his breath hot against her ear, "that we might need to make some... adjustments."
He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers. She could feel the heat of his cock, the desire that was almost palpable. She had to keep her cool, had to keep her secret. But it was getting harder and harder to think straight.
Marinette felt the heat of Gabriel's hand on her wrist, his touch sending waves of excitement through her body. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the thrill of the seduction. She leaned into him slightly, her eyes never leaving his.
"Wh-what kind of adjustments?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Gabriel stepped closer, his other hand reaching for the zipper of the dress. "I think we need to make sure it fits... perfectly," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.
Marinette's heart raced as the zipper slid down an inch, the dress parting to reveal more of her creamy skin. She could feel his breath on her neck, his hand on her back, guiding her closer.
"Perhaps you're right," she murmured, playing along with his game. "It might be a bit too tight."
Gabriel's eyes never left hers, his thumb tracing the line of her spine. "We can't have that," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "It needs to fit just right."
Marinette felt his other hand slide down her side, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her panties. She had to keep her cool, had to keep her identity hidden. But the way he was looking at her, the way he was touching her, it was all too tempting.
"What do you think?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Should I try something else on?"
Gabriel's hand slid lower, his fingers grazing the top of her thigh. "Maybe," he said, his voice thick with lust. "But first, let's make sure this one fits just right."
He stepped closer, his cock pressing against her. She could feel the fabric of his pants straining, the heat of him against her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.
"I think," he murmure, his voice low and gruff with need, "that we need to make some... adjustments." His hand slid down the zipper of the dress, the fabric parting to reveal her bare shoulder. Marinette felt a shiver of anticipation as the cool air of the room caressed her skin. She knew she was pushing the boundaries of her plan, but the desire in Gabriel's eyes was too tantalizing to resist.
Gabriel's eyes trailed down her body, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, and the swell of her hips. His hand followed the path of the zipper, his fingers brushing against her skin as it descended. Marinette took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the motion, the fabric of the dress stretching over her ample chest.
"Perhaps it's a bit too tight around here," he said, his hand reaching under the fabric to cup her breast. His thumb grazed her nipple, and she couldn't help but gasp. He looked up at her, his eyes questioning. She gave him a small, shy nod, playing the innocent part perfectly.
Marinette felt the warmth of his hand through the fabric of her bra, his touch making her nipples peak. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his skin on hers. "I-I think you're right," she said, her voice breathy. "It does feel a bit snug."
Gabriel's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his own desires threatening to overwhelm him. He had to keep his wits about him, had to keep his identity as Hawkmoth hidden. But the way she was looking at him, the way she was responding to his touch, it was all too much.
"Allow me," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. He slid the strap of her bra down her arm, his fingers brushing against her skin as he did so. Marinette's breath hitched as he took her breast in his hand, his thumb teasing her nipple into a tight peak.
"Mister Agreste," she whispered, her eyes wide with feigned shock. "What are you doing?"
He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "Making sure the dress fits," he said, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "And it seems to be fitting quite nicely."
Marinette's eyes fluttered shut, the sensation of his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She had to keep her cool, had to remember her mission. But it was getting harder and harder to think straight.
"But what if someone comes in?" she protested weakly, her voice a sultry whisper.
Gabriel's hand slid down her body, his fingers tracing the waistline of the dress. "Then we'll just have to be quick," he said, his voice filled with dark promise.
Marinette stepped back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Well, Mister Agreste," she said, her voice a breathy whisper, "I suppose we should get started."
Gabriel's eyes followed her as she moved, the fabric of the dress clinging to her curves like a lover's embrace. He watched as she began to strip, her movements innocent yet filled with a seductive allure that had him on the edge of his seat.
As the dress pooled around her feet, she stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but her damp underwear. The fabric of her bra and panties clung to her, the red lace a stark contrast against her pale skin.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with a hunger that surprised even him.
Marinette blushed, her cheeks a sweet shade of pink. "Thank you," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She knew she had to keep up the act, had to keep him guessing.
Gabriel stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her collarbone. His eyes dropped to her breasts, the fabric of her bra doing little to hide their perfection. He could see the outline of her nipples, the way they tightened under his gaze.
Marinette's breath hitched as his finger slid down her chest, his touch feather-light. She knew she had to keep playing the part, had to keep him engaged. She leaned into him, her body pressing against his.
"I-is there something wrong with the dress?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
Gabriel's eyes snapped up to hers, his pupils dilated with desire. "No," he said, his voice hoarse. "It's just... you're so much more distracting than I ever could have imagined."
Marinette's heart raced as she felt his arousal against her, the evidence of his desire undeniable. She knew she had him in her grasp, knew that she had the power to change everything.
"D-distracting?" she asked, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "I didn't mean to be."
His hand slid down her body, his fingertips grazing the waistband of her panties. "Oh, you know exactly what you're doing," he said, his voice a gruff murmur. "And I can't wait to find out just how far you're willing to take this."
Marinette's breath caught in her throat as his hand slipped lower, his thumb brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She could feel her own arousal building, the slickness between her legs growing with every passing second.
"Mister Agreste," she whispered, her voice a soft moan. "What are you doing?"
Gabriel leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. "Making sure you're comfortable," he murmured, his hand sliding under the fabric.
Marinette's eyes rolled back in her head as his finger brushed against her clit. She had to keep her cool, had to remember her plan. But it was getting harder and harder to think.
"I-I think we should stop," she managed to say, her voice trembling. "We're at work."
But Gabriel's mind was a whirl of need, the seductive dance of the night before playing on repeat. "Just a little longer," he murmured, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her panties. "For inspiration."
Marinette gasped as his thumb began to circle her clit, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. She had to keep her wits about her, had to remember her mission. She leaned into him, her hand sliding down to cover his.
"Mister Agreste," she whispered, her eyes wide and innocent. "We should really focus on the fashion."
Gabriel's eyes snapped up to hers, his mind racing. He knew she was right, and he knew he had to keep his identity as Hawkmoth a secret. With a Herculean effort, he stepped back, his hand slipping away from her.
"You're right," he said, his voice strained. "Let's... let's get back to work."
Marinette took a deep, shaky breath, her heart racing. She had to keep playing her part, had to keep him distracted. She turned away, her hands shaking as she began to pull the dress back on.
"Mister Agreste," she murmured, her voice a soft purr, "I'm not sure this is appropriate."
Gabriel's eyes followed her every movement, his hunger for her growing with each passing second. "You're right," he said, his voice tight with restrained desire.
Marinette felt his eyes on her and knew he was watching her move. She slid the dress back up over her body, the fabric caressing her skin like a lover's touch. She fastened the zipper, the dress hugging her curves once again. Gabriel's eyes never left hers, and his hand reached out to adjust the fabric of the dress one final time before Marinette left the room with a mischievous smirk on her face.
The rest of the day was a blur of fabric and desire, Marinette innocently parading around in outfits that left little to the imagination. Each time she felt his hand on her, her body responded, her pussy growing wet with anticipation. She had to keep her cool, had to remember why she was doing this.