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When you get a harder look that nice guy varnish dissolves leaving behind men looking for… whatarethey looking for?
“So who’s going to tell me about the position? Whoever wrote the ad needs a class in advertising. You’re lucky you snagged anyone’s attention with that.”
Blue Eyes—Aziel—fingers the ends of my hair as the one with green eyes answers.
“It’s a show. The three of us with a willing partner on stage. Every night for one week to start. And then go from there. The contract is flexible. There’s doggy, top, bottom, reverse cowgirl, and any other way we need you to satisfy the room of clients. They’ll see everything we do to you.”
Worry that I might run skitters across their expressions. I can see it in the way they keep exchanging glances over the top of my head and then back at the door.
I’m not going anywhere.
I’ve dreamed of exploring my sexuality. The hint of darkness in my soul has always wanted to play. A little exhibitionism sounds fun but really what I’m after is the experience.
I want them any way I can get them. I want to be craved and desired.
I hold back a cringe at an irritating thought. These men look like they have a lifetime of experience while I’m a secluded virgin mafia princess. They stand against everything my family works hard to keep hidden.
But what they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?
“If you three are trying to make me blush, try harder.” I poke a finger into Green Eyes’ cotton-covered pec feeling a helluva lot braver than I should be. I do worry the whole routine with an audience isn’t my thing. I don’t really know. But if I put a voice to my concerns and all this—whatever it is—will end before it can start. I dump sassy into my tone and heave it back at Green eyes. “Doggy, top, bottom, reverse cowgirl. Are those all you know? I bet you’re a missionary kind of guy, aren’t you? Quick screw, get off, and leave the partner needing.”
His friends’ roars of laughter are heart-stoppingly sexy. It starts as a rumble and works its way into every muscle until you feel like a noodle.
Green Eyes takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting my face. He caresses his gaze over the curve of my lips, and the soft angle of my jaw before coming to lock eyes with me. We stand there breathing in each other for several heartbeats. “That mouth is going to get you in a lot of trouble,” he says lowly. “These red lips are going to feel good wrapped around my cock.”
Dirty talker. I kinda like it. “You talk to strangers that way often? Maybe you should at least tell me your name before the promises start.”
His slow descent in my direction leaves me holding my breath in anticipation. But what has me creaming my panties is the way his lips brush over the curve of my ear as he speaks. “I’m going to enjoy this more than I thought. Thank you for that.” His fingers leave my chin to wrap around the side of my neck. His grip tightens on me. Not in a crushing way, but firm enough to let me feel his dominance.
My lips fall open and I say the first thought that enters my head. “I think I am, too. I hope,” I add softly. And it’s the truth. I don’t know if I move closer or if he does, but the feel of his lips sliding over mine steals my breath from my lungs.
No tongue. Our bodies aren’t even touching. Just his lips on mine and the strong hold on my throat are the only sources of contact. Around me, I can feel the other two close in. I feel their presence more than see them.
Aziel angles my chin his way, breaking off the sensual claiming of my lips by his friend. “Did you come here looking for a little fun, sweetheart?” He brushes my loose hair over the curve of my shoulder exposing all the bare skin this dress reveals. Suddenly I’m doubting my choices. Behind him, I notice a redhead taking on two lovers with a third watching from the side of the stage. Whoever designed these viewing windows is brilliant and definitely has a taste for watching others seek pleasure.
I turn my attention back to Aziel.
Should I be honest? I curl the edge of my lip between my teeth considering my very limited options. Tell them no and they will send me walking. These men don’t seem to be the playing around type. There’s no shame in me knowing what I want anyway. “Maybe. I had hoped. It’s a long story. I will say that the ad was pretty economical in the wording. I just hope it’s not a cleaning position. I mean I can scrub a toilet, but—”
Aziel’s gaze meets mine as firm lips move into an easy smile that steals my thoughts.
“It was designed to be that way,” he soothes in a slow glide of words. His gaze dips to my mouth, but he doesn’t move in to kiss me like his friend.
I can feel Gage’s curious gaze watching me with his friends and I have to admit, it’s a turn-on. Warmth cocoons me and I realize I find myself utterly surrounded by three males twice my size.
Hands come to rest on my hips. Aziel’s, I notice.
Another takes my left hand. Gage.
My right hand has a mind of its own and comes to rest on the third’s chest—his heartbeat a steady thump beneath my palm. I don’t know why, I don’t even know his name, but I want to feel the man’s mouth on mine again in the worst possible way.
Now of all the times my face heats.
“Rush. Rush Hampton,” he offers in that low rumbling voice of his.
The prickle of sensations shooting through me are wrong. I shouldn’t be feeling anything for three strangers. But this is how a one-night stand starts? Right? That is where this is going?
My brows pinch. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
