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“A rock star party you mean, Queen Bee?” He laughed, his stress levels seeming to have lowered from when I initially answered the call.
“Fine, yes, a party full of rock stars. Don’t be hating on me.”
“Go, have a good time, but not too good. I need you back here.”
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The make up artist and hairdresser had done an amazing job. My hair hung in large waves down my back, offsetting my smoky eyes and full pink lips perfectly. I wore a round necked black sequined dress with three quarter length sleeves and a hem that landed mid-thigh. The dress moved when I moved, making me sparkle, and I bloody loved it. I’d paired it with a pair of killer heels and a matching clutch. Checking my lipstick in the mirror, I placed my hotel keycard in my bag along with my phone as I walked out of my room to find a bodyguard waiting outside.
“Ma’am, Dawson asked that I escort you to Fox’s room.” I smiled in reply and minutes later we’d taken the elevator to the penthouse, where all three of them were waiting for me.
“God, Lea, you look amazing,” Fox groaned as I entered his suite and the bodyguard closed the door behind me.
I reached for him, wrapping my hand in his, noticing how hot he looked in his simple white t-shirt, distressed denim jacket, faded jeans, and black boots.
“Sugar.” Marshall appeared in front of me, dressed in his work uniform. “I’m going to kiss you now because I’m working tonight and you know how the chief here likes to sack me, so I don’t want to give him any more reasons to do it again.”
Dawson flipped him the finger. “It’s not too late to get you that collar with the bell,” he replied, his face expressionless, but then Marshall laughed and Dawson’s face cracked into the widest smile I’d ever seen.
His eyes then landed on me. He put his finger in the air, indicating for me to spin around, so I did. “Stop,” he cried when my back was to them. “Move your hair.” I pulled my hair to the side and listened to him groan as he took in my exposed back. “You’re not wearing a bra, Sunshine?”
I shook my head.
“Panties?”
I shook my head again.
There was movement behind me, and Fox appeared in front of me. “I think you’ve angered the alpha’s, Le. Don’t blame me for what comes next.”
“Hold on to Fox and let me see, Lea,” Dawson instructed, his words sending pulses of heat between my thighs. I had my panties in my purse, but I wasn’t going to tell him that… yet.
Fox held out his arms, and I braced myself against one as I flicked up the hem of my dress, before holding onto the other. Ass out, I looked up at Fox, biting down on my bottom lip as we both tried not to laugh at the angry men inspecting my nakedness.
“Did you really think it was appropriate to go dancing with no underwear on, Sugar?”
I nodded my head, bursting into fits of laughter, setting Fox off too. The sharp slap to my ass stopped me instantly, replacing it with a loud cry. “The only people that should see this ass are the men in this room, Sunshine.”
Shocked, the sting burned, but my pussy throbbed for more. I stared up at Fox, who wasn’t smiling anymore either, his turquoise eyes turning dark and stormy as he stared at whatever was happening behind me.
A second strike hit me in the same place, but it didn’t feel like it was made by the same hand. Harder, faster, the sting burning with more intensity;Marshall.
Before I could think too much about what was happening, two more strikes hit my other cheek, which I knew was Dawson. I dug my fingers into Fox’s forearms, arching my back for more.
“We need to talk about safe words and limits, Sugar, but I’m going to hit you one more time. You good?”
“So good,” I whimpered, stretching up so my lips found Fox’s, letting his mouth devour me as Marshall hit me again, almost making me come. Gentle hands rubbed and soothed my sore cheeks as Fox kissed away my moans and whimpers.
“Underwear, Sugar?”
I pointed to my bag that was on the sofa. Seconds later, someone was tapping my legs, which I lifted, one after the other, as Marshall pulled them up over my ass, the lace burning against my sensitive skin.
Panting, I stood, looking around at the three of them. Two of them looked like smug fuckers that they had left me needy and wanting, but Fox looked, well, I wasn’t sure.
“Fox?” He looked away as if he couldn’t say what he wanted to. “Please,” I whispered.
“Are we enough? Marshall said that we were the only three people who should see you like this. Is that what you want? Are we enough?” He stepped toward me and touched my cheek with such tenderness that I leaned into it, wanting it forever.
I opened my mouth to reply, but a heavy hand hammered on the door. Fox’s face fell. “I swear to God, does someone have a camera on me that makes people interrupt me just at the good bits? Come on, we need to leave, but we’ll continue this conversation later.”
