Page 14 of Gilded Desires

Gage thumps Green Eyes on the back. “Stop being an asshole, Rush. You’re scaring the girl.”

Scared? My back goes rigid. Fuck no.

I walk across the room and place my Birkin on the desk, moving their half-empty tumblers to the side. I drop the newspaper and tap the ad placement. “I’m here about this ad, true.” I smile at each of them in turn. “It involves me being naked, huh?” I might not die a virgin, after all! I grab one of the tumblers and kick back the contents. The burn is just what I need.

I bend and run the tip of my finger over the scruffy jawline of Green Eyes giving him ample viewing of my deep-cut cleavage before stepping back.

“Among other things,” they almost say in unison.

“I figured as much. But if you wanna see me?” I run my hands over my curves, and I can see the hunger in their eyes shine as they track my movements. “You first. You are all gentlemen after all, right? Then I think it’s only fair that you show me what I’m undressing for. Who says only you get to approve? I want to make sure we are all compatible for what I guess is something to do with sharing?” I point at them where they all lean against the table looking like pure temptation in Wranglers. “I’ve never had three men at once, but I’m willing to give it a try.”

From their stone-cold stares, I get the impression not many talk back to this trio.

This should be fun.

Blue Eyes lazily pushes up from where he leans on the table. He closes the distance with a couple of strides to consider me from his higher stature. I swallow heavily. He smells just as good ashis friend. My pulse races as I take in the ridiculously handsome man. He has a kind smile and gentle touch when he takes my hand in his. Wordlessly, he crosses the tip of his finger over the back of my knuckles.

“Aziel North. I like the way you don’t take shit from anyone. And that’s not a pick-up line. It’s the truth, sweetheart.”

He’s as direct as I am. Beside him, Green Eyes quirks a lip up in a smirk. The shadow of scruff on his chin makes him sexy. Rough, and a little less polished than the other two though they have a good shadow going on along those chiseled jawlines, too. All three are wearing ass-hugging jeans and T-shirts that make them look like the nice guy next door.

At first glance.

When you get a harder look that nice guy varnish dissolves leaving behind men looking for… whatarethey looking for?

“So who’s going to tell me about the position? Whoever wrote the ad needs a class in advertising. You’re lucky you snagged anyone’s attention with that.”

Blue Eyes—Aziel—fingers the ends of my hair as the one with green eyes answers.

“It’s a show. The three of us with a willing partner on stage. Every night for one week to start. And then go from there. The contract is flexible. There’s doggy, top, bottom, reverse cowgirl, and any other way we need you to satisfy the room of clients. They’ll see everything we do to you.”

Worry that I might run skitters across their expressions. I can see it in the way they keep exchanging glances over the top of my head and then back at the door.

I’m not going anywhere.

I’ve dreamed of exploring my sexuality. The hint of darkness in my soul has always wanted to play. A little exhibitionism sounds fun but really what I’m after is the experience.

I want them any way I can get them. I want to be craved and desired.

I hold back a cringe at an irritating thought. These men look like they have a lifetime of experience while I’m a secluded virgin mafia princess. They stand against everything my family works hard to keep hidden.

But what they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

“If you three are trying to make me blush, try harder.” I poke a finger into Green Eyes’ cotton-covered pec feeling a helluva lot braver than I should be. I do worry the whole routine with an audience isn’t my thing. I don’t really know. But if I put a voice to my concerns and all this—whatever it is—will end before it can start. I dump sassy into my tone and heave it back at Green eyes. “Doggy, top, bottom, reverse cowgirl. Are those all you know? I bet you’re a missionary kind of guy, aren’t you? Quick screw, get off, and leave the partner needing.”

His friends’ roars of laughter are heart-stoppingly sexy. It starts as a rumble and works its way into every muscle until you feel like a noodle.

Green Eyes takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting my face. He caresses his gaze over the curve of my lips, and the soft angle of my jaw before coming to lock eyes with me. We stand there breathing in each other for several heartbeats. “That mouth is going to get you in a lot of trouble,” he says lowly. “These red lips are going to feel good wrapped around my cock.”

Dirty talker. I kinda like it. “You talk to strangers that way often? Maybe you should at least tell me your name before the promises start.”

His slow descent in my direction leaves me holding my breath in anticipation. But what has me creaming my panties is the way his lips brush over the curve of my ear as he speaks. “I’m going to enjoy this more than I thought. Thank you for that.” His fingers leave my chin to wrap around the side of my neck. His grip tightens on me. Not in a crushing way, but firm enough to let me feel his dominance.

My lips fall open and I say the first thought that enters my head. “I think I am, too. I hope,” I add softly. And it’s the truth. I don’t know if I move closer or if he does, but the feel of his lips sliding over mine steals my breath from my lungs.

No tongue. Our bodies aren’t even touching. Just his lips on mine and the strong hold on my throat are the only sources of contact. Around me, I can feel the other two close in. I feel their presence more than see them.

Aziel angles my chin his way, breaking off the sensual claiming of my lips by his friend. “Did you come here looking for a little fun, sweetheart?” He brushes my loose hair over the curve of my shoulder exposing all the bare skin this dress reveals. Suddenly I’m doubting my choices. Behind him, I notice a redhead taking on two lovers with a third watching from the side of the stage. Whoever designed these viewing windows is brilliant and definitely has a taste for watching others seek pleasure.

---