Page 55 of The Game
And even though Calvin Klein is a clothing brand, they’re also known for their underwear and sexy campaigns featuring celebrities and athletes.
If this is one of those campaigns, I’m in a lot of trouble.
Seeing Alexander in regular clothing? Hard.
Potentially seeing him in just boxer briefs? Fucking insufferable.
I’m going to combust on the spot if that is the case.
“Great, I’ll be there at 6. Is the shoot at the arena?” Henry confirms the last details before hanging up, and I call Samantha right away.
“Did you hear?” I don’t bother greeting her.
“Hell yes, girl, we’re in for a treat tomorrow.”
It may seem hollow to objectify these guys a little, but come on, who wouldn’t when they have the bodies of Greek gods and model-like faces?
We agree to meet up shortly before the shoot.
As I lie in bed, I’m once again thinking about Alexander. Knowing I’ll probably see him half-naked tomorrow, I decide that it’s only right to release some of the pressure. Take the edge off.
My hand slides down my body, inside my thong, as I begin circling my clit. I close my eyes, imagining his big body hovering over me, whispering dirty things in my ear while he makes me feel good.
I arrive quickly, partly because of my now regular fantasy and partly due to the constant feeling of arousal I’ve experienced since meeting Alexander.
Feeling satisfied and relaxed, I drift into a deep sleep, dreaming about blue eyes.
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As Samantha and I walk into the studio set up for the shoot, I realize nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me.
The orgasm from last night doesn’t seem to have eased any pressure as I see the guys in all their glory, wearing nothing but the brand’s signature boxer briefs.
All the guys look incredible, but I only have eyes for the star of the show, the captain himself.
He’s posing for a photo, his eight-pack entirely on display as he raises his arms overhead, showcasing his broad chest and shoulders.
I definitely have a lot more content for my personal spank bank and late-night fantasies.
When he catches my eye, he offers a small smile before winking at me.
Holy hell.
How will I ever recover from seeing him like this? All oiled up and sexier than sin.
The photographer calls Liam over, and I look over at Samantha, whose mouth is almost hanging open.
“Girl, you’re drooling,” I tell her, and I nudge her side. She quickly recovers and puts on her professional face. Can’t really blame her.
When Alexander comes our way, I feel my pulse quickening.
“Ladies, how nice to see you bright and early,” he says, as charming as ever, with his smug smile.
“Not as nice as seeing you guys, I must say, McGregor. I didn’t know you actually have an eight pack; I thought the rumours were giving you too much credit,” Samantha jokes from beside me.
“And what do you think, Sarah? The rumours giving my abs too much credit?” He gestures down his body, obviously noticing the effect he has on me.
“I’m actually more of a thigh girl,” I tell him, but soon realize my mistake when I look down.
