Page 4 of Royally Tempted

“I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise.”

I took a quick sip of my martini, my eyes darting past my friend to the two dark, sexy, built-looking guys.

“I’d tell you to have fun, but…” I felt my own face get red as I winked at her.

“Something tells me that’s not going to be a problem.”

Julia grinned, looking so nervous and so excited at the same time before she scampered away and out the door with her two guys.

Well there’s a scandal for Martin.

Though, I’m not sure my decidedlynotroyal roommate's sexual escapades were exactly front page stuff.

The rest ofmynight was fairly uneventful. I finished my drink, I had one more, I danced a little with a fairly boring guy who had zero conversational skills and a terrible haircut. Eventually, I just called a cab and went home to watch a movie on my couch.

My mind kept wandering to Julia though. Julia and the night she was having that I couldn’t even believe or imagine. I meantwoguys? I took a big swallow from my glass of wine, tucking my feet underneath me as I ignored the movie in front of me.

I mean,maybeit was something I’d secretly fantasized about. The idea of two men taking me together? Of dominating me completely and worshipping me with four hands and two mouths?

Uh,yeah, I mean, it was a hot fantasy. But real life? I blushed, my mind going to allsortsof filthy things that Julia might’ve been getting up to that very night.

I tried to concentrate on the movie, but I was tipsy, and distracted, and before long, my eyes drifted down to the folder from work — the one Martin had given me on the Three Crowns Club.

No,TripleCrown Club, that was it.

I finally muted the movie, grabbed the envelope, and started reading. I swallowed, my eyes going wide as I started to glance over interviews with people who’d claimed to have been to one of these clubs — a former chauffeur for a duke he claimed was a member. A social-climbing party girl who claimed to have gone and been the center of a foursome with three men she swore were members of the Holtonian Parliament.

And Iwantedto roll my eyes and say it was clearly all total crap, and that these were all just people looking for attention, and validation, and a quick buck for making up a scandalous story. But the more I kept reading, the more something dark started to creep over me, and the more the truth started to dawn on me.

Because the truth was, the more I read, the more I realized that this club mightactually exist. There were too many similarities in stories from multiple different people for it to be bullshit. Each story and interview — however totally fake sounding — had the same small details that kept repeating. That the members wore black masks. That the members were all royal elite, and marked with members-only triple crown tattoos. That the venue constantly changed. That it was men only, and that the female guests were invite-only.

That it was a place where three royals shared one woman.

I felt my face go red as I glanced over another story from another woman who claimed she’d gone to one of these meet-ups. In fact, it was one of the “rules” of the club, according to this interview: “you must be willing tobeshared.”

I swallowed thinly, my skin tingling as I re-read that and let what it meant really sink in.

A sex club, for wealthy royal men, where theysharedgirls.

…If this was true, itwasthe scandal of the century.

I forgot the movie entirely after that, instead reading every single thing in the envelope Martin had given me three times over. After that, in the darkness of my room, I shamefully let my fingers find my dripping wet slit, and I buried my moans in my pillow as I played with my clit until I came, thinking of one thing and one thing only.

Three men. One woman.

It was so filthy, andsucha dirty fantasy, but there it was. Julia might’ve been living it up with two men that night. But in my fantasies as I drifted off to sleep, I had her beat.

In my head, I was caught betweenthreemen.

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“Okay, I want details.”

Julia yelped, literally jumping a few inches in the air as she whirled, clutching the towel from her shower around herself.

“I thought you were at work!”

Knew it.

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