Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 746: Yelena’s Seduction In Towel



Chapter 746: Yelena’s Seduction In Towel



The bathroom door swung open with a sudden creak, and Yelena stepped out, the steam from her shower billowing around her like some kind of deliberate, seductive mist. My eyes flicked toward the movement—only to freeze.


Fuck.


The towel she’d wrapped around herself was barely more than a suggestion, tied just tight enough to cover her nipples—but only just.


The rest of her breasts were on full display, the fabric clinging to the curves of them as she deliberately arched her back, puffing them out just enough to make it impossible to look away.


The water droplets still glistened on her skin, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, her lips curled into a smirk that was pure, unapologetic temptation.


Claire, who had been curled in my lap, let out a sharp gasp. Her hands flew up to cover my eyes, her face flushing crimson as she whirled toward Yelena. "Bitch, what are you doing?!" she snapped, her voice a mix of outrage and embarrassment. "Quick, wear your clothes!"


Yelena’s smirk deepened, her fingers toying with the edge of her towel as she sauntered closer, her hips swaying just enough to make it clear she knew exactly what she was doing.


"What’s it to you?" she purred, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Are you afraid I’ll seduce your boyfriend?" She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Because let’s be honest... my body is better than yours."


Claire’s face twisted in indignation, her grip on my shoulders tightening as if she were afraid I’d suddenly leap up and abandon her for Yelena’s display. "Hmph!" she scoffed, her voice sharp. "Just dream, you delusional bitch. I’m better than you in every way that matters!"


Yelena let out a low, throaty laugh, her fingers trailing down the damp skin of her collarbone in a slow, deliberate motion. "Oh, really?" she drawled, her gaze flicking to me with a knowing smirk. The way she looked at me was pure challenge, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she arched an eyebrow.


Claire, who had been covering my eyes with her hands, suddenly pulled them away, turning to face me with a determined look as she stood up from my lap. "Jack, what do you say?" she demanded, her voice sharp but tinged with a hint of insecurity. "Tell her who is better."


I let out an exaggerated sigh, dramatically flopping backward onto the bed with a soft thud. "I’m sleepy," I announced, pulling the blanket up to cover myself with a theatrical flourish. "All this arguing is exhausting."


Claire’s eyes narrowed, her hands planting on her hips as she glared down at me. "Jack, you—!" she started, her voice sharp with frustration, but I cut her off with a yawn, my eyes slipping shut as if I were already half-asleep.


Yelena let out a low, mocking chuckle from where she stood, her arms crossed as she watched the scene unfold. "Looks like he’s afraid you won’t be able to handle the truth, Claire," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Maybe he knows you’re not as confident as you pretend to be."


Claire’s face flushed, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides. "I am confident!" she snapped, her voice rising. "Jack, don’t you dare fall asleep right now! You’re not getting out of this that easily!"


I peeked one eye open, my lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, I’m not asleep," I admitted, my voice laced with teasing. "Just resting my eyes. You two are exhausting."


Yelena’s smirk deepened, and she sauntered over to the bed, her hips swaying just enough to draw attention. "Maybe I should tuck him in," she purred, her fingers trailing over the edge of the blanket. "Make sure he’s comfortable."


Claire’s eyes blazed, and she quickly moved to stand between Yelena and the bed, her arms crossing over her chest. "Oh no, you don’t," she said, her voice firm. "You’ve done enough already."


Yelena laughed, her hand dropping away as she stepped back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Fine, fine," she said, raising her hands in mock surrender. "But don’t blame me if he dreams about me instead of you."


Claire climbed onto the bed with a quiet confidence, the oversized shirt she wore riding up just enough to hint at what was underneath—nothing.


She slipped beneath the blanket, her body pressing close to mine, the warmth of her skin radiating against me. The scent of her shampoo and something uniquely her filled my senses, intoxicating and familiar.


Yelena, who had been watching with a mix of irritation and amusement, let out a mocking scoff. "You shameless woman," she said, rolling her eyes but unable to hide the smirk playing at her lips.


Claire ignored her, her arms wrapping tightly around me, her voice soft but insistent. "Tell me who is better—me or Yelena," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "And don’t you dare lie."


I chuckled, my hand sliding down to rest on her hip, my fingers brushing against the bare skin beneath the shirt. "That’s not a fair question," I murmured, my voice low and teasing.


Claire pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes searching mine. "Why not?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and challenge.


"Because you’re both different," I said, my thumb tracing slow circles on her skin. "And I don’t compare."


Claire’s lips parted slightly, her expression softening. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice trembling just slightly.


I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You’re perfect in your own way," I murmured. "And so is Yelena."


Claire let out a soft sigh, her body melting against mine as she nestled closer. "You always know just what to say," she whispered, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt, her breath warm against my chest. The oversized shirt she wore had ridden up slightly, the warmth of her bare skin pressing against me, making it impossible to focus on anything else.


Yelena, who had been listening with a mix of annoyance and something far softer, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Ugh, you two are disgusting," she muttered, though there was no real bite in her voice. Instead, she turned away, her expression unreadable as she moved toward the bed.


The motel room only had one bed.



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