Page 41 of Taming Her Temptations

“What do you think about having fucked both of the men that every person in this place wants to be or wants to be with?”

I think about what he’s saying and scan the utterly transfixed crowd. He’s not wrong about his assessment, but he is wrong about thinking that gets me off.

“I don’t care about that,” I say back to him.

“I know you don’t.” He says as he grips my hips suddenly and presses me flat against the barrier. “But I want you to let it matter tonight. Not long ago, you were the picture-perfect wife. Now you’re in a grungy club about to come while you watch everyone swoon over two guys you’ve already had for yourself.”

I gasp, letting his words sink in. His hands trace down the sides of my body.

“I know there’s a hungry little slut inside you. And I intend to feed her until she’s nice and full.”

I whip my head around. My eyes are accusatory when I ask. “Slut?”

He grins, his dark stubble making way for his gorgeous white smile. “I mean it as a compliment.”

He gathers up the fabric of my dress until my legs are completely exposed. He reaches his arm around me and slips his hand between my legs. His long fingers slip under the fabric of my underwear and find my center.

“And I’m telling you that you never have to hide what you want from me. I find it fucking sexy as hell when you admit how bad you want it.” He says lowly as he pulses inside of me.

My eyes face forward, watching Levi and Asher as Dean explores me. Levi’s voice sounds so raw, and it works its way under my skin alongside Dean’s filthy words and Asher’s passionate melodies. The three of them go straight to my head.

I roll my hips back, finding Dean’s thick body behind me. I press my ass into him, feeling his erection trapped by the smooth fabric of his trousers against the bare skin of my thonged ass.

“Fuck, Ruby. Be careful with that ass unless you’re trying to get fucked right here and now.”

In answer, I sway my hips from side to side, swiping slowly across his huge erection.

“Say it, then, my little slut.” He whispers in my ears as my eyes are still locked on Levi and Asher performing.

The word hits differently now. I take measure of my body and how I’m feeling. And all my body is thrumming over and over again is more, more, more.

I do want this. I want it so bad that the fact that I can actually have it makes me giddy.

“I want you,” I answer.

He swirls my clit and I gasp at how good it feels.

“You want me how?” He vibrates his fingers on that delicate spot.

“I want you inside me,” I answer.

He pulls his hand away and the harsh cold air takes its place.

I feel his hands rustling with his pants, and then I swear I hear the distinct sound of his zipper despite the noise of the club.

He finds the bottom of my dress and then lifts it, and his strong hands grip my underwear, yanking them down. I step out of them, not even bothering to pick them up from the floor. They’re a tribute to this club now.

Dean gathers my dress up.

“Fuck, there’s a lot of fabric,” he grumbles behind me.

“Can’t handle it after all?” I tease him.

“That gives me an idea,” he says with a playful smack to my ass.

Then he takes me by complete surprise as he takes the twisted fabric of my dress and places it right in front of my mouth.

“Bite it.” He commands gruffly into my ear.

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