Page 115 of Princes of Hollywood

I pop another veggie in my mouth to hide my embarrassment.

“Blindfolds?”

I flinch. Fuck. Did someone ask me this before? Was it before my freak-out with Roarke and Aiden? I don’t want to freak out like that on anyone else. “No, I’ve never done it with anyone else.”

Not consenting at least.

When I don’t continue, Mason’s tone softens. “Hard limit or soft limit, mouse?”

“What’s the difference?” I turn to look at him.

“Hard means absolutely not under any circumstances. Soft means you can discuss it before a scene, but it can’t be added without prior consent.”

I bite my lip and glance down at the paper, seeing that Wyatt marked that he likes blindfolding his partner. I don’t want to disappoint him. “Under the right circumstances, maybe.”

I keep my gaze on the plate of fruit and veggies.

“You can say no, kitten. I don’t want you terrified. That’s not the point. And if that triggers you, then it’s an absolute no.” Wyatt kneels before me and takes my hand. His eyes are kind and soft. “It’s not a deal breaker for me.”

“I don’t like the dark,” I whisper. “It’s easier with the lights on.”

“We can keep the lights on, kitten.” Wyatt cups my face.

“Okay.” I turn and kiss his palm.

“Exhibitionism?” Mason keeps going as Wyatt steps back to the wall.

My eyes meet Roarke’s, and he wiggles his eyebrows.

“I haven’t done it before here,” I admit as I eat more.

“And now?” Roarke asks. His blue eyes are excited.

I hesitate. What am I agreeing to? Because earlier, he was willing to fuck me in front of the cooks and servers. I don’t know that I want to push it that far. But I’ve never been pushed out of my comfort zone.

“With the four of us, mouse?” Mason sets the pages down.

“Yes, love it.” That’s easy. I get wet just thinking about Roarke fucking me while they watched.

“Voluntary or forced?”

“Both.” I blush, but I love when they all watch me. And Mason giving me orders yesterday in his office. Yes to that.

“Good.” Roarke smirks, and my pussy throbs.

“Outside of our group?” Mason asks.

I squirm on him again and his hand goes to my hip to hold me still. “Curious.”

“Voluntary or forced?”

“Curious,” I admit, meeting Roarke’s heated eyes. I don’t know that I’ll ever initiate it, but if anyone will, he will.

“Kneeling for submission?” Mason’s voice is dark and full of longing.

“Never done.” I turn to meet his heated eyes. “Curious.”

He tips my chin and kisses me softly. “Good girl.”

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