Page 73 of Princes of Hollywood

We’d discussed this briefly earlier. We’ve always used condoms, except Aiden, but he was married. The idea of not having to worry about finding one in the heat of the moment appeals to me and the others. It opens up a lot of opportunities.

“Greer.”

Her spine straightens at my tone, and her brown eyes find me.

“Answer.” I hold her with my gaze.

“If I’m with you four, I’ll only be with you.” Her voice is soft. “I would be willing to forgo condoms, but I want some time before we cross that line.”

Her gaze goes to Aiden and then she turns back to Roarke. “Can I…?”

He buttons her shorts and helps her stand up. She sits down beside him with her shoulder brushing his and leans her head against his arm.

“This is all overwhelming for me. I’ve barely been here over a day, and I appreciate this opportunity to work with you.”

Roarke takes her hand between his and looks perfectly happy to have her snuggle against him. Fucking astounding.

Greer’s gaze goes to Wyatt and Aiden before stopping on me. “I want all of you. I want to experience the things I’ve been missing, and I know you can show me that. But I also need to figure out how to do my actual job.”

“That’s fair.” I nod. And responsible, which I like. “How long?”

Her gaze flicks to Aiden and her lips press together. Fuck, if she says four months, I’m going to have to get real comfortable using my hand.

Aiden gives her an encouraging smile.

“A week or two?” She glances at Roarke, and he smiles and kisses her hand. Her eyes soften. “Is that okay?”

“We can work up to it, poppet. I’m not in a hurry.”

I almost literally had to pick my jaw up off the floor. Roarke willing to wait a week for anyone is new. He likes to press on everyone’s comfort zones, pushing them out of their safe zones, but with Greer, he holds back.

Leaning back in my chair, I study the two of them because this isn’t normal. Not for Roarke. Maybe once he has her, he’ll go back to his old ways. I don’t know if that will hurt her or not.

Her brown eyes return to mine. “Have you done this before?”

“No. We’ve never shared a woman before.”

Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a little O of surprise.

“This is new to us, but it should work as long as we remain open and honest with each other. That includes you, little mouse.”

She straightens. “I prefer to be honest.”

“Good. I have some consent forms I want you to look over.” I separate the last section of paper and put it in front of me. “This is a comprehensive list. Most things aren’t things we might be into, but if it’s something you want to try, one of us might be willing. We’ve already marked our answers.”

Her gaze drops in alarm to the pages.

“We’ll need to know your hard limits. Things that are an absolute no. Anything that might be triggering. Your soft limits. Things you might be willing to try as long as there is a discussion first and check-ins throughout. Most of the items have a scale next to them from enthusiastic yes to maybe to absolutely no. If you’re unsure what something means, you can leave it blank and we can touch base on it later.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be more than happy to demonstrate anything you’re not sure of.” Roarke grins, and the tension leaves her. She rubs her head against his arm.

“Come here, little mouse.”

Rising, she walks around the table to stand beside me.

“Take your clothes off.”

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