Page 56 of Princes of Hollywood

I can’t break our eye contact, but Aiden doesn’t snatch his hand away from me like I’m damaged goods.

“Breathe, Greer.” Aiden’s voice is gentle.

I suck a breath into my starving lungs. Mason cocks his eyebrow, waiting for me to reply.

“Yes,” I say softly, wondering if I’ll get in trouble.

“Tell me what happened.” Leaning back, Mason steeples his fingers against his lips. “Don’t leave out any details.”

I haven’t even kissed either of these men. Awareness falls over me like a summer rainstorm, hot and heavy.

“I was getting ready to take a shower.” I glance at Aiden, and he gives me an encouraging smile. Fuck, I’m not sure if this is going to hurt them. Hurt him. His arms were so warm around me this morning. I blow out a breath.

Is it cheating? If everyone is okay with it?

“What happened next, mouse?” Mason’s voice is stern, and something in me responds to the authority in his tone.

“Roarke came into my room. I told him he should leave, but he kissed me and backed me into the bathroom.” Even the tips of my ears feel hot. I’m sure my face is mottled with redness. The urge to let my hair hide me is right there.

“Keep going.”

I bite my lip and look at my hand in Aiden’s. His long fingers engulf my small hand. I meet Aiden’s curious eyes. This morning, there hadn’t been any jealousy. Even when the others kissed me. Maybe they play these games all the time. Maybe I’m not special at all.

Maybe I should just enjoy the ride. My heart clatters against my chest.

“Uh, Roarke asked if he could help me.” I draw in a breath, needing to find some courage.

“Help with what?” Mason’s voice draws me back to him.

“Help me come,” I admit. Heat flares in his blue eyes.

“How?”

That spark of defiance rears its head. “Do you want just the summary or play-by-play?”

Mason leans forward, and his smile should have warned me. Instead, it makes my toes curl and my already damp panties become soaking wet. “Show me.”

My breath catches. Fuck. Do I really want to go there? I’ve only spent twenty-four hours with these guys and I’ve slept with one of them, kissed two of them, had two go down on me, and now…Does he want me to…What?

“Uh, I can’t do what they did.” I’m sure my face and neck are mottled with blotchy red.

“Use your hands and your words, mouse.” Mason smirks. “I want to see what they did to you.”

Fuck. I take a deep breath and sneak a glance at Aiden. He releases my hand and gestures for me to continue with a nod of his head.

“Roarke kissed me—”

“Touch your lips.”

My gaze locks with Mason’s unyielding one. My trembling hand touches my lips, and I suck in a harsh breath. Mason’s gaze drops for a moment to them. My nipples tighten as if he’s the one kissing me.

Focusing, I try to think what happened in what order. “Then he took off my bikini bottoms and lifted me onto the counter.”

Mason stands, and my eyes widen as he walks around his desk. Casually, he clears the desk before me and Aiden. He holds his hand out and I automatically take it. He pulls me to standing and sets me in front of him with my back to the desk.

“Show us, mouse.” Mason looms over me.

“You want me to…?” I nibble on my lip.

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