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“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said as his finger trailed from my foot up my leg. I squeezed my thighs together...because this had taken a turn.
“You could just tell me that your fun involves my vagina,” I said lightly.
“When doesn’t it?” Sebastian said suddenly, his voice in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me.
“I mean I’m really interested in what Dwight Schrute’s doing right now,” I insisted, as my foot passed lightly over Carter’s erection.
He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that were basically a gift to my eyes, and there was no hiding how he’d suddenly gone full mast.
Jack leaned over the back of the couch, sipping at a beer.
When had he taken off his shirt?
I wasn’t complaining. Watching the contours of his pecs and abs was a treat for the eyes.
“See something you like, pretty girl?” Jack asked, swiping his beer bottle across my chest where my nipples had suddenly become headlights peeking out from my shirt. I shivered again as the cold seeped through my thin bra.
I held in my groan, wondering how I got this lucky that this was my life. I mean there may have been some kind of crazy person after me...but I could forget about that on days like today.
Sebastian began massaging my shoulders at the same time that Carter’s massage moved from my feet to my legs.
Jack was watching with a hot, smug look on his face, his gaze burning into me. He took a sip of his beer again and reached down with his other hand to play with the skin peeking out between my leggings and my shirt.
“Let’s take this fun into the bedroom, princess,” Sebastian purred.
I nodded...because I wasn’t an idiot.
Jack grabbed me off the couch like I weighed nothing and threw me over his shoulder as he stalked towards the bedroom.
Strangely...the other two didn’t follow.
Jack slid me down his body, making sure that I felt every muscle.
And the fact that his dick was ready to play.
My mouth watered just staring at it. The head was peeking out from his waistband, precum glistening on the hot, red tip.
“You look hungry, pretty girl,” he purred.
“I am,” I breathed, slowly beginning to sink to the floor.
The door opened right before my knees hit the ground...
And Sebastian and Carter dragged in a struggling, snarling Greyson, their faces alight with mischief and determination.
What the...
They threw him into the chair and Jack walked towards them, rope in his hand that he’d pulled out of nowhere.
“Guys?” I asked, straightening up.
“The three of you are dead men. Are you out of your fucking minds? What are you doing?”
“You really should have seen this coming,” Carter drawled as he smacked Greyson’s arm against the chair and Jack deftly secured the knots with practiced ease.
“This is how you properly tie a knot,” Jack said and Greyson stopped struggling for a moment to stare at him with a lifted eyebrow.
“That’s what this is about? You’re signing your death warrant because you want to show me proper rope technique? This seems a bit...theatrical...even for you,” Greyson said sarcastically.
