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“And the little scene you gave me out there?” His hand stroked down his robe, his pupils dilating. “There is so much heat and passion between you. I would’ve paid more.”
“You said half up front,” Ash spoke.
“Of course.” The man pulled out a wallet from the desk drawer, took out some bills, and handed them to Ash.
“This isn’t half.”
“I need to see more of what I am getting.” The man took a drink. “But if you please me, I will pay every penny. I am a man of my word.”
Staring down at the cup in my hand, I downed the liquid in a gulp. The alcohol burned my throat, but it was still an upgrade from what we had been drinking before.
The gentlemen held up the tray with the lines. My chest heaved with fear, but what freaked me out more was a sense of exhalation. Anticipation. Not wanting to think, I inhaled the powder, needing anything to calm my nerves. Forget I was whoring myself out for money.
The man walked the tray over to Ash, but Ash’s eyes were on me, his stare trying to penetrate my mind, pick out my thoughts, sense what I was feeling. And I felt paper thin under his gaze, like he could read every one, sense my secrets, even the ones I didn’t want to acknowledge.
His attention finally lowered to the platter, his jaw working as if he was trying to fight the call of the drug, but it was a losing battle. He bent over, doing two lines and then swallowing down his entire drink.
“This should also help.” The older man turned on a small device sitting on the desk, music streaming out of it. Radio had made a huge comeback, a device easier to adapt to the magic in the air, and it could get the news out wide again. TV screens were fully back in the States, but they were still not common here.
Sexy jazz music crooned in the background.
“Take another.” He divided up more powder. And I inhaled the line, my shoulders dropping, everything becoming a little hazier and less important. The music swirled in my ear, and I twisted my hips to the melody. My clothes started to scratch at my skin, feeling very hot and heavy.
“Yes, take those off.” The man came behind me, helping tug off my coat. “Shoes too.”
I kicked off my boots and socks, my gaze going to Ash. He looked as if he was ready to charge over, but the gentleman held up his hand. “Stand there and watch her.” His hands slid under my sweater, tugging it over my head, my hair tumbling down my back. My chest was only covered by the cheap, see-thru sports bra I had gotten in Hungary.
The man sprawled his fingers over my stomach, trailing my skin like it was silk. It felt good. My skin tingled with sensitivity.
“Exquisite.” His finger curled under the bra, drawing it over my head, baring my breasts. The drugs were taking away more and more of the fear, shifting it into something else. I craved to be touched.
Ash’s eyes lowered to my tits, a nerve in his jaw jumping as the man’s hands slid over them, cupping them, his thumb rubbing my nipples.
“So young and beautiful.” I felt his erection hardening against me from behind, but I kept my gaze on Ash, like he was my anchor, my oasis while everything blurred around me.
The gentleman unhooked my pants, letting them slide down my legs, leaving me in my underwear.
Ash’s chest heaved. His face stayed emotionless, but I could see him almost vibrating, his hands in fists.
“So possessive.” The man continued to knead my breast, causing small huffs from my throat, his attention on Ash. “Stay there.”
He moved to Ash and slowly undressed him. The dust was heating my veins, but Ash being stripped in front of me ignited my blood. His physique was unbelievable, his face so fucking hot and beautiful it melted me. I couldn’t seem to control my reaction to him.
His eyes locked on mine as he shrugged off his shirt, dropping it to the floor.
The older man undid the buttons on Ash’s pants, dropping them to the ground, sliding his hand over his erection, causing a small moan to hum in my throat, wishing it was my hand. My pulse pounded in my ears, wetness seeping from me.
“You two are so stunning.” The man moved between us, his hand skating over our bare skin. “I can feel the friction coming off you both, and it’s making me so hard.” He reached over to the table and picked up a bottle of liquor, trickling it down my tits.
The sensation felt like satin gliding over my sensitive breasts. I gasped when he dipped his hand in the dust and coated my nipples with the substance.
“Suck them.” He ordered Ash. “I want to hear her moan.”
Ash didn’t move for a moment, his focus drawing up from my nipples to my face. He almost looked as though he wanted to refuse, but his cock twitched, lust breaking through from his gaze.
Like a panther hunting its prey, his eyes stayed on me while he came for me. His toes bumped mine, his frame towering over me. I could feel my muscles trembling, heat curling up through my core.
His hand slid softly over my hip; his touch had me biting down on my lip. Ash’s nose flared as he leaned over, his breath sliding from my ear down my neck, tickling my breasts. His tongue swiped across my nipple. A noise dragged up my throat as his mouth covered it, his tongue flicking and sucking.
