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“Is that a limerick?” I was laughing. “It’s horrible.”
“Thank God you stopped me, because I had no idea how to get from there to you kneeling and begging.”
“You didn’t have a problem with it the other night.” Chase didn’t sound upset. “Are you sure I can’t just show you how talented I am?” He reached for his zipper again.
I shook my head. “That’s not part of the application process.”
“What do you bring to the team, Ms. Fortier?” The way Luke said my name grasped a moan from my chest and tried to extract it.
I painted on my best innocent face. “I’m adorable.”
“You are,” Chase said. “But if we’re taking team applications, everyone has to prove themselves.”
“Let’s be honest, the competition is pretty weak right now.” I had no idea what I’d do that would be better.
Luke pulled me to my feet and set me in the middle of the room, like he had the other night. This time he left my clothes on, at least for now. “All right, DDR champion, you can dance. Show us your moves,” he said.
Yeah, right. “I don’t dance; I follow a series of arrow prompts on the screen.”
“I think he’s onto something.” Chase sat on the edge of the bed, full attention on me. “Dance for us.”
I had no idea what to do, so I swayed my hips and hugged myself in a slow, I hoped hypnotic rhythm. It kept their attention, so I must have been doing something right.
“You call that your Sucker Punch?” Chase asked playfully.
He was referencing the movie, and so was I. “I prefer Baby Doll.”
“Me too. And I like the dance. It’s got potential. I’d like it better if you took your top off.” Luke’s tone implied more command than suggestion.
I stripped my shirt off, never pausing in my dance. The pair of hungry gazes on me was fuel on the fire simmering under my veins.
“Jeans next.”
I spun my back to them as I undid the button and zipper, then shimmied the denim down my legs, my ass straight up in the air. I turned to face them again. No idea how my basic pink bra and blue panties were drawing that kind of attention, but I reveled in it.
“What do you think?” Luke was looking at me, but I was pretty sure he was talking to Chase.
Chase tilted his head, looking me up and down. “Stunning, but still too many clothes.” He crossed the room, pulled out a chair from the desk, and moved it next to me. “Lose the underwear and take a seat.” His tone was more playful than Luke’s, but no less enticing.
Luke snapped and pointed at the chair. “You heard the man.”
I did and was happy to comply. It was easy to keep up the not-quite-dance while stripping off my bra and panties, but there wasn’t much seductive about sitting.
“Spread your legs. Show us that incredible pussy,” Luke said.
There it was—the tingle of desire. I trailed my fingers up my thighs as I pushed them apart. It felt incredible, to be exposed like this. To be the focus of their desire.
“No.” Luke clipped off the word when I traveled my hands toward my core. “You can touch yourself everywhere that feels good, except there.”
My laugh was strained, but I could tease a little longer. Or was he the one doing the teasing? I skipped over the center of my pulsing need and moved higher, dragging my nails lightly across the back of my neck. Gliding my palms over my breasts. Lingering to squeeze my nipples.
Chase had shed his pants and freed himself, and was stroking while he studied me. He was so hard. So thick. I wanted to taste and feel him.
I slid my hands down my stomach.
“No,” Luke warned, when I drew too close. He’d removed most of his clothes, too, and his erection stood straight up, lonely and tall.
I nodded. “I could help with that.”
