Page 114 of Princes of Hollywood

GREER

I chew a carrot to buy me time. I’m not sure how I’m going to answer some of this. But I’m game.

“I understand.”

Mason clears his throat and begins, “We can check off anal play. Do you love it, like it, it’s okay, dislike it, but it’s okay in small amounts, or hate?”

Swallowing hard, I cough and squirm in Mason’s lap, thinking about their fingers and the plug. Roarke grins wickedly at me. Heat engulfs my face. “Love.”

“Anal sex?”

Roarke catches my eye with a wider grin.

“Curious.” Eating more broccoli, I lean back against Mason, feeling the hard planes of his body through his shirt. Warmth spreads through me, thinking about what they want to do with me, to me.

“Spanking?”

“Yes.”

“Describe.”

Oh fuck. Didn’t think he was going to ask that. “One guy I was with playfully spanked me a few times.”

The other time is pretty unclear about consent, so I’ll just leave it at that.

Mason’s cock hardens beneath me, stoking the already burning fire within.

“Rate it?” His dark voice flows over me like a caress. He wants this one. Roarke had mentioned punishment. Is this what he wants? To spank me. My panties get wet as I pop a blueberry in my mouth.

“Liked it?” I shrug.

“You don’t know, mouse?” Mason’s voice next to my ear sends shivers down my spine.

“It was okay. The guy was okay.” Heat blankets my neck and cheeks.

“We already know you didn’t get off on it, kitten.” Wyatt smiles softly. “You can enjoy something and not get off on it, but we want to know if it will get you off.”

His hazel eyes hold me captive. Do I think Mason spanking me will get me off? Maybe?

“You want to try it again, mouse?” Mason’s tone is hard to miss. He wants this one.

I lean my head back against his shoulder, drawing in his leather scent. With him? “Yes, sir.”

His cock twitches against my ass. Right answer. I eat another strawberry.

“Biting?”

My eyes widen. “No.”

“Curious?”

“Ummm…” Pretty sure I bit Roarke when he was fucking me. I glance at the slightly pink skin on his shoulder. Shit, did I do that? Do I want to do it again? Do I want him to bite me?

“Relax, mouse. No one is into it, but Roarke is willing to try anything once.” Mason slides his hand across my stomach.

“Then no.”

“You can bite me whenever you want, poppet.” Roarke rubs at his shoulder with a wink.

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