Page 7 of Not a Pawn

“Fine. Lunch is at one. We’ll be eating in the kitchen.”

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Day Ten

Harlow

Let me set the record straight.

I fully intended to ignore my new bosses when I woke up for my first day of work, but something more is going on here and I can’t seem to figure it out. I am clearly not an employee in their home. They dote on me, fulfilling my every need. Either one or both are constantly near me, finding reasons for thesimplest touches.

They also stare at me whenever we are in the same room. And not like they think I’ll run but like they may want me to stay. Or like they want to take a big-ass bite out of me.

I have caught Sebastian licking his lips while staring at my ass more than once, and Julian gets lost in the middle of a conversation once he focuses on my breasts. I want to say I am immune to the way they look and the way they smell because that isn’t fucking normal, but I am not.

Sebastian smells like a warm and toasty wood fire while Julian smells like fresh snow. The worst part is those are my two favorite things. Sitting in front of a roaring fire with a cup of cocoa after playing in the snow.

Now my hormones are running rampant through my body after being surrounded by them for ten days, and I want to see how far I can push them. The words Julian said to me that first day run through my mind on a constant loop and I wonder if I can bring him—them—to their knees. I have never imagined a man that looks like either of them would be interested in my thick ass but now that I know there may be a possibility, I can’t walk away without knowing for sure.

And that’s how I ended up here. Today I am going to try a little experiment. A little tease to see how they respond.

In the room I am using, in the bottom drawer of the closet, I find a white string bikini I can’t possibly imagine will ever cover anything important, but I try it on anyway. In the mirror, I stare at my reflection and my self-consciousness starts to creep in. My breasts are too big, the fabric shows too much side boob, and my thighs wear the slight silver stretch marks that don’t fade no matter what products I use.

I can’t do this. Turning away from the mirror, I start to rummage through the rest of the wardrobe for something that covers me up.

“Fuck.”

I swing around at the voice behind me to find Sebastian standing there, his gaze roaming over every inch of exposed skin.

“What are you doing in here?” I all but yell, trying to cover myself with my hands, but I fail miserably.

Sebastian licks his lips before walking into the closet and closing the door. The air is charged. I should scream, protest, yell at him to leave, but I am entranced, lost in his burning gaze.

“We are going to a meeting in town,” he says lowly. “Julian wants you to accompany us.”

“I’ll change.”

“Don’t move.” The command is clear, his voice lower than usual. “Julian said I need to wait but a man can only take so much.”

I am lifted off the ground and placed on the island in the center of the closet that could house a family of four in my old neighborhood. Sebastian’s hands remain on my hips, his large body cradled between my thighs.

How did I get here?

“Bas?” I ask in a breathy tone.

“I love that you call me that,” he mumbles, staring at my breasts. “Did you know this is see-through?” His fingertip dances across the fabric where my nipple is and a shudder rushes through me.

My reaction sets something off inside him. His head bows as he pushes the small triangle aside and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Shit!” I yell, feeling my pussy flood with arousal.

I’m not a virgin, not by a long shot, but I have never been this affected by a man. It’s like he knows exactly what I want, what would turn me on even more. My hands tangle in his long dark hair, ripping the band keeping it in place off and throwing it to the floor.

This isn’t right!my mind screams at me. I can’t just spread my legs for any man that pays me some attention. No matter how hot he is.

“Stop,” I beg. “This is wrong.”

“I don’t know if I can,” he breathes against my neck after releasing my nipple and grinding his erection against my thigh.

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