AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Ah, Darien, over here,” he said, calling out to a tall man who passed him by. “Please allow me to introduce you to my new friend, Darien Price. Darien is an upcoming entrepreneur. Darien, this is the ever-lovely Adrienne Palmer.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Palmer."
Startled, her gaze immediately collided with a pair of eyes so golden brown that she faltered. The lilt in his voice screamed seductive charm. The killer smile meant he expected a woman to fall at his feet, begging for his touch, and he knew, from experience, it would happen whenever he came across any female.
On the slim chance he decided to pursue a woman, his confident prowess meant he was never rejected either. In other words, he was so full of it that Adrienne wanted to laugh.
But butterflies flew around her stomach. Her nipples pebbled and strained against the sheerness of her dress. The feeling of wetness collecting on the folds between her thighs now soaked her panties. Her breath became jagged, and her throat bobbed as she struggled to swallow.
A frown creased her forehead as she analyzed the physiological events happening to her body. How had he affected her that way when she was immune to basically anything corporeal? Was she even remotely afflicted by his charm? No, she wasn’t like that, yet she knew the sight of the stranger had evoked a sense of arousal in her, but why?
For a moment, she allowed herself to be fascinated by the angular curve of his jaw and the planes of his face that depicted virility and sexiness. His dark, almost black hair was thick and silky, and he looked as if he had run his fingers through the waves a few times already to give him a devilish look. He filled out his bespoke suit with nothing but sheer muscle and power.
And her clit started to spasm.
That was when she swept aside every response he’d fired up in her and doused it with a bucket of her quintessential coldness. She was projecting her restlessness, in a weird way, on some poor man she didn’t know and didn’t plan to know.
Also, he was too young. He looked no older than thirty, if not a few years younger—late twenties.
She stopped short when Darien Price held out his large, calloused hand, decked with a series of veins that made her heart flutter. He wanted her to touch him. She so closely scrutinized his hand that she could glimpse the markings of what looked like a tattoo under his shirt and jacket, revealed by his outstretched arm. She instinctively knew that he would burn her if she touched him.
“Mr. Price,” she said instead, nodded, then excused herself only to bump into something rock-hard, her purse knocked from her hand, and her palms warming against a wall of muscle as she tried to balance herself.
“My apologies,” she said stiffly, then stepped back when the warm rock wall turned out to be a human male who bent to retrieve her purse.
The residual effects of meeting Darien Price seemed to be rekindled, and she was now a raging inferno of unwanted bodily responses. More bizarrely, she could sense Darien Price still looking at her from where he stood. But she also felt watched from afar. Her skin was coated in a flush of pink.
No.
“Austin Brown,” he said as he unfolded to his full height, forcing Adrienne to look up at his six-three, maybe six-four frame. Dazzling hazel eyes stared back at her, his lashes so profoundly long that they staggered her. She found herself drowning in his gaze, lured there by the promise of comfort and safety but also mind-blowing sensuality.
More wetness soaked her underwear now.
This was crazy. She was being crazy. And that was not a trait of hers. She wasn’t ditzy and didn’t fall for guys just because her clit told her it would be nice. She was level-headed, supremely organized, and mature, dammit. Nothing caught her off guard sexually when it came to the opposite sex.
She glared at her designer purse in his huge hand, then whipped her eyes up to him as she noticed he also had tattoos that were concealed under his perfectly fitted suit, accentuating every degree of his muscular body.
As carefully as she could, she ignored his introduction and took her purse from him.
“Thank you,” she said, then turned away, but not without hearing his chuckle and feeling his gaze on her ass as she walked away.
With the sense of still being intimately observed from afar, she looked up and around her. Immediately, her eyes locked with a man standing across the room, leaning against a pillar, arms folded, looking directly at her.
Despite the distance between them, the incredible blue in his eyes drew her to him, as did the dominance in his jaw and the power in his body. His dark hair was short, like a military cut, but it just gave him an air of danger and deviance.
Her breath quickened, and her knees quivered. For one mad instant, she envisioned herself kneeling before this man, naked, hands behind her back. Impulsively, she looked to her right and gasped.
Standing in pretty much the same position as the blue-eyed man was Darien Price. His eyes fixed on her so thoroughly that she felt as if he were controlling her movements.
She quickly shifted her attention away from him, turning her head in the opposite direction. And there stood Austin Brown in exactly the same position as Blue Eyes and Darien Price.
Her breath was completely suspended as her gaze revolved around the three of them, standing at her sides and in front of her, surrounding her to the point where everyone else at the charity auction disappeared, and it was only her and them.
They watched her so intently that she felt as if they had peeled away her clothes, leaving her with nothing but her pebbled nipples and wet panties.
The scenario in her head changed to her running her tongue across all three of their cocks as they stood around her, feeding their hard lengths down her throat.
Maybe she really needed to get away from the very life she had been born into and everything else she had created. Her boredom was turning her into a horny teenager, or turning her into Miriam, who was putting thoughts into Adrienne’s head that she would rather not have at all.
