Page 40 of Princes of Hollywood

But my hormones are out of control.

“Good waves.” He walks around the island and stops beside me. I try to pay attention to the bacon cooking. The smells of sunscreen, ocean, and sun fill my nose, making my knees weak. He grabs a Gatorade out of the refrigerator and drinks the whole thing while I watch his throat work. Fuck.

“Thirsty, poppet?” Roarke’s laughter breaks my stare down with Wyatt’s Adam’s apple.

“Need a taste, kitten?” That’s just not fair to put a voice like that on a guy like Wyatt. It slips under my skin and plays to dark fantasies I never shared with anyone.

I swallow and force a smile. “I’m good.”

I quickly plate the eggs and bacon and grab the piece of toast from the toaster before setting the plate in front of Roarke. “If something isn’t the way you like, let me know.”

“What do I get for breakfast?” Wyatt’s heat covers my back, and I regret not changing into actual clothes as my nipples harden in anticipation. His hands settle on the island on either side of my hips. He’s so much bigger than me. I’ve always been on the small side, but these men make me feel dainty.

“Yogurt, fruit, and granola,” I breathe out, pulling the info from my barely functioning brain.

His head dips beside mine, and he draws in a breath. Bracing myself on the island, I barely keep myself upright as my knees weaken.

“I like vanilla.” His lips graze my neck.

My breath catches and my eyes close at the innocent touch that feels so naughty. When my eyes open, Roarke smirks as he shovels eggs into his mouth.

“You should kiss her.” Roarke points with his fork. “She’s hot for it, aren’t you, poppet?”

My eyes widen. “What?”

“Maybe kissing means something to our kitten.” Wyatt’s thumb brushes my hip bone, making heat settle between my legs. “Not all of us kiss for a living, Roarke.”

“Mmm.” He finishes chewing his bite. “Kissing is like breathing. It’s natural. We need it.” His blue eyes drop to mine to pin me in place. “My poppet just hasn’t been kissed enough or good enough. That ex of hers couldn’t have made her happy. I bet she faked it all the time with him. She needs to know how real men kiss.”

“I’ve been kissed by more guys than Chad.” I’m not sure why I feel the need to defend myself. Chad wasn’t exactly a sparkling example of the guys I dated. He was just easy to be swept away with. Even though we hadn’t been dating long, it was easier to live with him than in our separate, crowded, shared apartments.

Wyatt steps back and I turn to get his breakfast, but he steps in and lifts me on the counter. He tips my chin up and those hazel eyes search mine.

“If you don’t want me to kiss you, just tell me no, kitten.”

I should say no. I should do a lot of things I don’t do. He gives me plenty of time to stop him. To lightly touch his bare chest and push him away. But my whole body hums in anticipation.

Will it be different than when Roarke kisses me? Chad was a sloppy kisser. All tongue and wet. Roarke kisses with his whole body; seriously, it feels like he’s making love to my mouth.

Wyatt’s lips brush mine, startling me back to the present. His eyes are open, watching me, waiting for me to say no. Little shocks jolt my system. His lips brush mine again. His eyes darken. He slides his hands along my jaw, holding me in place as his mouth takes mine. My lips part on a gasp, longing for more.

My hands grasp the edge of the counter as his tongue brushes my lower lip, making me open beneath him. A low growl works out of his chest, rippling through me. My panties are soaked as he claims my mouth, making me forget everything but the taste of the salty ocean, the tanginess of Gatorade, and the dark taste of him. I want to drink him in and never let him go.

My hands have minds of their own, moving to his bare skin at his waist as my legs part so he can come closer. He steps into me, and the bulk of his wet suit doesn’t distract from the large bulge pressing against my pussy.

As he explores my mouth, that bulge gets harder and larger. He lifts his lips from mine and his darkened eyes open. “Sweet, like I knew you’d taste.”

I release my breath. This isn’t me. But maybe it is. Maybe it’s okay in this house that this isn’t me. With these men I would never have met if I didn’t apply for this job. Maybe while I live this fantasy life, I can explore some fantasies of my own. With all of them.

“We’re going to get into so much trouble, kitten.” Wyatt cocks a smile that makes my belly bottom out. Fuck, he’s intoxicating. He lifts me off the counter and sets me on my feet. My knees barely hold me. His thumb trails along the elastic of my shorts, brushing against the trembling skin of my belly. “I’ll be back after my shower.”

When he steps away, his gaze flicks over my shoulder at Roarke before he walks around the corner to the stairs. My heart thunders in my ears. I can think of a million reasons not to get involved with these guys.

They’re wealthy, famous, elite, and I’m me. Barely any clothes on my back. Running from a shitty ex in an even shittier apartment. No future. A twisted, fucked-up past.

But they want me. The same way Chad wanted me at first. Somehow, in my mind, someone wanting me makes me feel like I belong. But I have to remember that it’s temporary. I don’t really belong to anyone. No one who was supposed to want me would keep me, so why would anyone else.

“Poppet.” Roarke’s voice drags me from my thoughts. He looks at me like I’ve done something wrong. Shit, what did I do? Is he going to kick me out? As fear washes over me, his look gentles. “Come here, Greer.”

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