Page 137 of Look, Don't Touch

There’s a collective look around the room, and from it, I gather that Karris comes from a lot of money, while Dobson does not. I’d be inclined to say Hota doesn’t either, but he’s not so easy to read. I’m not quick to judge Karris on it, though. I learned the hard way, from Arlo, that money doesn't equate to happiness.

“Yeah, but you have enough to buy your own building on the Upper East Side,” Karris protests.

“Has had enough to do that for the past decade,” Hota points out. “I think he’s kept his shoebox apartment just to piss you off, Kare Bear.”

“Aw! I used to watch the Care Bears reboot when I was little,” I beam.

Karris glowers while the others laugh.

The mood is good. Much more relaxed than earlier. The bourbon I drank has worked into my brain, easing my worries. Arlo’s possessive hold does the rest.

“Can we change the subject?” Karris gripes, and his growl turns into a grin. “Hailey, your aunt is hot.”

“Yes, she is.” I laugh.

“Karris?” Arlo’s voice rasps by my ear.

“Yeah?” The blondie hikes a sinister brow.

“That’s the second time you’ve said it, and no disrespect to Natalia, but I think you need a refresher course on hot.” Arlo hoists me off the couch, while somehow still maintaining his reclined position.

Suddenly I’m standing in front of four beautiful men, all vastly different in their personalities and looks. I lift my chin, refusing to cower, though my fucking legs might give out at any moment.

“That’s my siren.” Arlo purrs. “Stand here and face me.”

He points at the space between his spread knees.

It’s too easy to obey him.

“Good.” He smiles up at me. “Now, bend at the hips and kiss me.”

I do. It’s as easy as breathing. His lips meld to mine, and I forget everything but him. That is until his hands move to my ass. He gathers the material of my skirt toward my hips. It rises from my knees up higher and higher an inch at a time.

“What are you doing?” Breathing is suddenly not so easy.

“What I want.” He gives me one of those heady sounds of delight from deep in his throat. “You remember your safe word?”

I nod, completely incapable of forming a single sound.

“You can stop me any time.” He kisses me and nips at my lips. “Tell me you understand.”

I don’t understand anything.

Except that I’m high as hell on Arlo’s commands.

“I understand.” I poke my ass out just before he exposes me.

“Good girl.” He hikes my skirt up, fully revealing the swell of my ass, the crack of my cheeks split by my thong, and the whites of my thighs covered only in sheer black stockings. “How wet is your pussy?”

I gasp. He asked the question so loud. Loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. Syllables catch in my throat.

“Fucking soaked from where I’m sitting.” Dobson’s voice is heavy with his accent and maybe lust.

My body reacts to the sound, going into overdrive. The thunderous beat of my heart radiates from my nipples to my cunt.

“I asked Hailey.” Arlo smiles. “If she can’t tell me how wet she is, then one of you will have to show me.”

A moan slips out. But still no words.

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