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No, that wasn’t a valid option. With the news out, gossip was going to spread like crazy around the office—my absence was another thing they could sprout gossip from.
I threw myself out to the front porch in a daring second attempt to escape my house. The camera triggers went off again. I closed my eyes to block off the glare.
Was this how it was going to be on my way to work? I could barely move a few steps without having to shove people off my face. I’d take a whole day to get to my office’s doorstep at this rate.
I needed a plan B, though my head wasn’t coming up with anything. Stupid head.
Then, my salvation came. Salvation probably wasn’t the right word—damnation was more like it, since this whole situation was caused by them in the first place.
I felt a hand pull me out from the horde and when I looked up, I saw Riley. The sensations of Saturday flooded through me from his touch, and heat began to rise through my body despite the paparazzi surrounding us.
“Hurry!” he shouted, and pointed to a black, very expensive-looking car parked in the middle of the road. Ryan waved at me, opening the door to welcome me in.
I didn’t think twice before dashing into the car. Riley followed behind me. He slammed the door and we drove off.
The twins sandwiched me in the center. All I could think about was having them take me right there and then, to have their hands up my shirt and groping my bre**asts.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“You guys,” I said, palming my forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were the Crawford brothers?”
“We thought you knew,” Ryan said, moving those sexy lips that I wanted to smother with my own.
Another thing that kept me awake this weekend was thinking about how much I wanted to f**k these two men. I couldn’t forget the way Ryan’s fingers worked with my center, and as I looked at him I found it impossible to not think about it. I spent the last two nights touching myself, yet I could hardly work myself the way Ryan did.
Of course, I’d never admit how much I lusted for them.
“Well, maybe I did know who you guys were, but if I did I forgot,” I said, trying to avoid eye contact. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to cure the ache I suffered below. “How the hell did you guys figure out where I lived, anyway?”
“Scarlet Fontaine, twenty-six years old, sales manager.” Riley took out my wallet and put it on my lap. “You left it at our place—your name and ID card is in it. A quick Google search, a few clicks around, and we have your address.”
“Actually,” Ryan said, “I kind of stole it from your handbag.”
All my sexual tension was immediately redirected to my anger. “You stole it?” I asked, clenching my teeth together.
“I wanted to find out how to contact you, so that I can f**k that pus**sy of yours again.” He cupped my bre**ast with his hand and began fondling it through the fabric.
“Oi!” The nerve! And after admitting that he stole my wallet! Yet, despite how infuriated I was, I let him do as he pleased. The logical part of my brain wanted me to push his hand away; mixing around with the Crawford brothers only spelled trouble.
The driver watching from the front seat should have motivated me to stop his hands, but that still wasn’t enough. I could see his wandering eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, and his gaze only made it hotter.
Damien was right; maybe I was a slut after all.
“Hey, stop it,” I said, trying to sound stern. His fingers unbuttoned my dress shirt and wandered below the fabric until it found my perk nipple.
“I’m serious,” I continued, but the words came out in a whimper and I moaned right after.
Ryan smiled at his brother. “She likes it.”
Riley responded by taking action, too, unbuttoning more of my shirt. “I can tell.”
Ryan shifted his position so he could kiss me. My mouth welcomed him, and his tongue slipped in so that it could work its magic on me.
“Gordon, you dirty old man, wind up the divider,” Riley said.
“Yes, sir.”
The divider slowly went up, though I was sure that I heard Gordon pause it a few times so that he could take a longer look.
“Scarlet.” The way Riley said my name with his slightly raspy voice made me moan again. “Spread your legs.”
Without hesitation, I did as he said and gave him access to my center. His fingers went under my skirt and he found it quickly. The first thing he went for was my cl**it, and the way he expertly rubbed it, stroking and pinching, was enough to send white hot pleasure through me.
My shirt had bunched up at my waist, exposing my bra to the twins. Ryan pushed the cups aside to reveal my mounds. His lips made their way down my neck and finally to my nipple. He rolled his tongue over it and made it wet with his saliva. I pushed my chest outwards and pressed his face to my bre**ast, wanting him to suck harder.
