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I’ve worn a simple, silky black strapless gown that flows from my waist, with a padded corset top wrapping around my breasts. The chain I’m wearing is affixed by the small loops clamped over my nipples. It hangs against my sternum, hidden beneath the firm material. No one can see that my breasts are swollen and the sensitive buds are hard and turned a deep shade of dusky rose, but I know—and these two men know—exactly what is happening beneath my beautiful gown. The added friction where the material rubs the tight peaks, combined with the pinching sensation from the weighted jewels every time I walk or shift my weight, has me squirming already. The amethyst gemstones look gorgeous set against the vintage gold chain, but they also amplify the tugging against my nipples, and I know it is going to take everything to not fall apart unbidden tonight.
Which is going to be much easier said than done, considering that my clit is already throbbing and demanding attention.
As I exit the car, Ky slides his hand down my lower back, and while we’re still hidden from view, he explores lower. Finding the jewel nestled between my ass cheeks, he rubs his palm over the spot. Jostling it a little to make me gasp.
“Holy fuck. I’ve never wanted to leave one of these events faster.” Ky groans in my ear and starts to push at my shoulders. “Lie down in the back seat right now so I can wrap your legs around my head.” He demands.
“Ky.” I hear Thorne’s growl from where he stands on the driver’s side. His scowl lands on the two of us, like we’re a pair of deviants about to ditch school. This man knows exactly what is going through my troublemaker’s mind.
“Behave, naughty boy.” I pat his chest. “If you do, you can have my ass later.”
He tilts his head back with a grumble. “This is torture for me, too, you know.”
“Good.” Since my tits, pussy, and ass are all humming with need, it seems only fitting.
“Wait til Ven sees you. He’s going to lose it.”
My greedy little heart preens with delight. I have to duck my head to not make a complete fool of myself. I’m painfully aware how my heart has leapt out the plane without a parachute since our time together in island paradise.
Do not, under any circumstances, blurt out something ridiculous simply because you’re turned on as all hell.
As we round the front of the vehicle, Thorne offers me the crook of his arm. Looking down at me with achingly beautiful blue eyes. I want to wrap myself up in this man and never let go.
Yup. My heart is plummeting in total freefall.
Splattering into oblivion as I hit concrete shall occur imminently.
“You look beautiful, as always, Foxglove.”
I nibble my lip and flash him a small smile. Why does any little compliment from him always feel so wonderful?
“Thank you.”
“You bring beauty into a world that for so long has been bleak. I hope you know that.”
Surely those words did not just come from this solemn creature’s mouth. I nearly fall over my own feet.
A nervous little laugh bubbles out of me. “Oh, no, it’s nothing. Really.” Trying to wave off him and his charm offensive while fighting the flush threatening to coat me from head to toe is a precarious feat.
“I’m serious. You are a wonderful artist, Foxglove. That much is evident in everything you do.”
Oh, goddamn this infuriatingly captivating man.
But apparently he’s not done melting my brain, yet.
“It takes a special person to bring art or beauty into the world…especially in the face of callousness or a grim reality. Don’t forget that.”
The unexpected hit of praise tugs like a hook in my stomach. So much so the force almost drags me toward him physically. I turn to walk away—or maybe float—glowing all over. But Thorne catches my elbow and drags me back against his broad frame.
He lowers his lips to brush the shell of my ear as we start making our way to the entrance. “Now, with all that said, I’m going to give you ten minutes before I need to inspect your present.”
My thighs clench, and the sensation in my ass intensifies immediately. Thorne is never usually wicked like this. Whenever we attend these kinds of events, he’s all stern, business-Daddy. And I’m caught off guard by the fact he wants to fool around.
There’s officially no hope for me, being left in the tangled web of these two men tonight.
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My nipples are so sensitive I’m pulsating rather than walking, and my pussy grows slicker with every second spent making my way through the throngs of the Gathered at Noire House.
