Page 57 of Princes of Hollywood

“Take off your shorts and panties.”

Oh fuck. I search his eyes. He seems harsh and unyielding, but if I told him no, would he back off? Consent seems important to him. I haven’t signed the NDA, so he wouldn’t do this if he wasn’t sure I’m okay with it.

Am I okay with getting half naked in front of these two men? An ache pulses inside me as an answer. I want to. I really want to. I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

Unsnapping my shorts, I let them drop to my ankles. My eyes never leave Mason’s as I reach below my T-shirt and shimmy out of my panties, letting them fall to the floor. Technically, I’m not exposed with my oversized T-shirt on, but it feels decadent to be standing before these two powerhouses of men in nothing but a T-shirt.

Mason grabs my waist, and for a moment I panic, but he sets me on the desk and then sits in the chair I was in. My eyes widen as the two men’s eyes trail over me. I’m so conscious of my naked lower half barely covered by the T-shirt.

I press my thighs together against the ache pulsing there.

“Then what happened, mouse?”

Oh shit. My heart races, but the curious lust I see in both their eyes feeds me. They want me. They want me to touch myself for them. This is making me even more aroused than earlier.

“He pushed me back.” I lean back, bracing my hands on Mason’s desk. The wood is solid beneath me. I want to do this, and maybe that’s the most fucked-up thing. Not that they’re asking me to, but that I want to. I’ve never wanted anything like this before in my life.

But for them…

“And had me put my feet on the counter.” I lift my feet and open myself up to their view. They can see my pussy and how wet I am. Some of the embarrassment fades at their soft inhale of breath.

“He went down on me. As I was about to come, I noticed Wyatt watching in the doorway.” My pussy aches with the memory.

“She came twice on Roarke’s fingers and face.” At Wyatt’s voice, my gaze jerks to the door. He leans against the door frame. “Showing off, kitten?”

Chapter 15

WOW

GREER

“She was telling us what happened in her bathroom.” Mason’s gaze flicks from my eyes to my pussy. “But now that you’re here, we can let her off the hook and you can just give us a demonstration.”

My eyes widen. Wyatt’s hazel eyes glint with mischief. He smirks and rubs his lips with two fingers.

“It’d be my pleasure.”

I’m not sure if they can tell, but I just got even wetter.

“I asked her to unbutton her top.” Wyatt walks over to me. “Pretty sure we can get the same effect without this shirt.”

I blink up at him as he steps between my legs and slides his hand on my back beneath my T-shirt.

“Arms up, kitten.” He effortlessly holds me as I lift my arms. With one hand, he takes off my T-shirt, leaving me in my bra. “Put your arms back.”

I do as he says. My breathing is chaotic. When he steps away, the others can see me. Almost all of me.

“Apparently, our kitten never had orgasms with someone else, so Roarke was her first.” His words don’t seem to faze the others. But all three men have visible erections. The temptation to lie back on this desk and let them take me one after the other floats through me like a siren’s song. Just the thought of it has me aching with need.

“He wondered if it was just him. So I volunteered to test that theory.”

My eyes clash with his hazel ones. The heat within nearly scorches me.

“Interesting.” Mason draws my helpless gaze back to him. “Then what?”

“While I’m great with words on paper, I prefer to show, not tell.” Wyatt touches my knee, and it’s like sparks igniting under my skin.

I whimper because I know exactly what he’ll do, and it won’t fail to get me off.

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