Page 142 of Indulge
“I trust you, Bella.”
The words hit like a punch to the chest. Trust. Coming from him, it’s everything.
He presses a finger to my lips, stopping the words I want to say.
“But there will be strict rules and a fine-tuned plan. You do not deviate from either. Do you understand?”
God, he’s so hot when he’s like this.
“Yes, sir.”
Reggie uses his thigh to spread my legs just as Rowan’s hand slides down my stomach, fingers finding my pussy.
“Such a good girl, aren’t ya?” Rowan whispers.
My leg hooks around Reggie’s, giving Rowan better access.
“So needy for my brother, ain’t you?” Reggie says.
I nod, breathless, as his hand wraps around my throat.
“Y-yes.”
I cry out when Rowan slides two fingers inside me.
“Then remember this moment. Because if you disobey me today on the job, this won’t be happening again.”
Rowan stills his fingers. The fire in my body flickers out.
“But if you follow instructions like a good girl, you’ll have us both again later—however you want us.”
My hips twitch, desperate, chasing friction.
“B-but, Reggie,” I plead.
He chuckles as Rowan pulls his fingers away. I could scream.
Reggie crashes his mouth against mine, swallowing my protest. It only makes me ache more.
“You know the rules. And now the rewards,” he whispers against my lips.
“Then think up a really quick plan, because I need you.”
He smiles against my mouth.
“Sure thing, Princess.”
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REGGIE
Watching her hips sway as she struts into the nightclub makes my pulse race and my gut twist. She’s more than capable of handling herself. I know that.
But not being in there with her? That kills me.
My hands tighten around the steering wheel. Beside me, Rowan’s knee bounces like a ticking bomb.
“She’s going to ace it,” I tell him, forcing calm I don’t feel.
