Page 59 of Princes of Hollywood

My legs tremble with the need to rock into his achingly slow fingers.

“Your current health status.” His gaze drops to my pussy, and his other fingers part my folds and slide around my clit. “Are you clean, mouse?”

I nod because I’m so close to coming.

“When was the last time you were tested?” He curls his fingers inside me.

“Ah.” I arch as he hits something inside me that makes me see stars. I’m not coming, but fuck that feels good.

“Come on, mouse. Focus.” He slides his fingers over my clit. “When?”

“Last month and then last week.” I pant as he rewards me with his finger pressing on my clit. The words come out in a rush. “Chad and I always used condoms, but he cheated on me. So one test when we stopped having sex and later when it had been enough time to make sure the test was accurate.”

“Hmm.” His fingers slide lazily in and out of my core, giving me friction, but not enough. “Are you on birth control, mouse?”

“Yes.” Since I was fifteen.

“Do you like it when someone watches you being fucked?”

My body flushes with heat. “I haven’t ever had anyone watch me be fucked.”

He removes his finger from my clit, and I whimper. His hand smacks my ass, and I moan because it’s a little burst of pain. But with his fingers buried inside me, it felt really fucking good.

“Semantics, mouse. Do you like being a dirty whore that everyone gets off on watching? Or would you rather be a good girl who likes her men to watch each other take her?”

Crying out, I come all over his fingers. His words were the push I needed over the edge. I’m not sure which one tipped me over. The degradation or the praise or maybe both.

He pulls his fingers out and waits for my dazed eyes to meet his. He places his fingers on my lips. “Clean them.”

Keeping my eyes on his, I part my lips, and he thrusts his fingers inside. I suck and lick them as little aftershocks trip in my pussy. Maybe I am a dirty little whore. He hasn’t even kissed me yet, but he’s finger fucked me.

He draws his fingers out of my mouth and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping them off. Pocketing the cloth, he takes my legs and lowers them over the edge of the desk before lifting me down to stand before him.

With efficient movements, he straightens the cup on my bra. Wyatt hands him my T-shirt that Mason draws on over my head. I feel like a doll as I stare at him with wide eyes. Part of me is still reconciling what I just did. Three guys have touched me and brought me to orgasm today. A fourth watched.

Wyatt hands him my panties and shorts. Mason holds them out for me to step into and finishes dressing me.

“Do you have any other questions, mouse?”

I shake my head. Even if I did, I can’t remember them. I barely remember why I came in here.

“I’ll show you around after work. Until then…” He looks at Aiden. “Take a nap. I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve slept well, Aiden.”

Aiden stands behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “Let’s go, little warrior. You’ve earned it.”

Wyatt kisses the top of my head as Aiden ushers me out into the hallway. Before I know it, I’m in Aiden’s bedroom. He closes the door as I take in the light-colored walls. His orange cologne is strong in here. It smells comforting.

His king bed faces the window with the ocean. He walks over and cracks a side window open. The sound of waves crashing fills the room. When he draws the curtains closed, the room darkens.

I shiver slightly at how completely the room closes in on me.

“We have night shoots and sleep during the day occasionally.” His voice warms me. His hand on the small of my back guides me to the side of the bed.

“I’m going to undress down to my underwear. Feel free to get as comfortable as you want.” He fades into the blackness again until a dim light comes on in the bathroom. His silhouette blocks some of it.

“To freshen up.” He walks to the edge of the bed and strips off his shirt with one hand. He’s not thick like Roarke or as cut as Wyatt, but Aiden’s chest is defined and solid.

I finally breathe in a gasp of air. This whole day has been surreal. We both fell asleep downstairs in the middle of the night. Aiden must be exhausted, but he doesn’t show it. If he needs me to sleep, who am I to tell him no?

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