Page 96 of Royally Tempted

My face turned bright red. “Sasha! Oh my God,please. I’m not like—”

“Like me?” She gave me a sharp look.

“That’snotwhat I mean and you know it. I mean I’m not like you as in I’m notbraveenough for that.”

“You might surprise yourself.”

I blushed and quickly shook my head. “Oh my God, why are we even having this discussion?”

She laughed as she put her arm around me and hugged me close. “I’m just teasing you, you know. And hey, congratulations on the second interview!”

I made a face.

“What?”

“I might need some help with that.”

“How so?”

“Video conferencing. I sort of lied to them. I havenoidea what I’m doing there.”

“Seriously?”

“What? I’ve never done it.”

Sasha laughed. “Oh my poor technological stunted friend. Don’t you worry, I can show you. When is it?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“I’ll help you set it up.”

Tomorrow, I’d be seeing them again.

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I saw them again that night though, in my head. As I lay in bed, the interview from earlier replaying through my mind, but this time, it played out differently. Colored by wine, and thinking more about my friend and her two men than I probably should have started to lead my thoughts to different places.

This time, the inappropriateness didn’t stop at having me stand and turn.

It went way further.

This time, in my fantasy, they had me turn, but then they were asking more. I panted as I closed my eyes and let my fingers play across my skin under the sheets of Sasha’s guest room. In my fantasy, they asked — no,demanded— that I take my clothes off.

Piece by piece.

In my dreams, their hands were on me, touching me, toying with me, driving me higher. My hands slipped under my panties, and I moaned into the pillow as I felt how wet I was.

This was crazy. I’d never in my life had these sort of thoughts about someone like a boss. Heck, I’d never had thoughts like these involving more than one man!

When Sasha had first told me about Jordan and Luke, I remember feeling somethingpullinside of me. It was so…naughtyand so dirty when first hearing about it. But it was also sohot. The idea of two men manhandling my friend, and worshiping her with their hand and their mouths.

With their cocks.

I couldn’t even imagine being in the middle of that kind of pleasure.

But oh my God, adding athirdman? It was almost too much — something just shy of wrong. Or maybe just wrong enough that it got something going inside of me. Just wrong enough to get me dripping wet there in my bed.

It was so dirty, and so wrong, and I felt so wicked even having it as a fantasy. But the more I thought about it, the hotter it got and the wetter my pussy got as I slowly rubbed my fingers over my clit.

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