Page 15 of Inconveniently Matched

I’m still trying to achieve my New Year’s resolution from three years ago to work out three times a week.The only exercise I get is running late in heels.So, is my body sleek and toned?Nope, it is not.For one arbitrary moment, I compare myself to the women I imagine are their type.Honest-to-goodness goddesses on legs, and then there’s me.Well, that will serve them right.My butt jiggles, and I never say no to pie.

“Fuck,” Wesley says roughly, sending pure electricity through my skin and making my clit pulse.Is that wonder I hear in his voice?

“Yeah, fucking beautiful,” Camden’s husky words settle over me, as if he physically touched my pussy.Dear god.

“I knew she was exquisite, but this is pure fucking perfection,” Dean says, his tone a mix of silk and gravel, directly instructing my nipples to harden painfully, forcing me to swallow a sob, and making my pussy throb with hunger.

Wait, they’re actually talking about me?But before I can analyze this further, a sharp strike to my bottom ignites the burn all over again.Tantalizing streaks of sensation spread over my flesh before it takes me down.

I can’t take it anymore.Somehow—clearly when I wasn’t looking—the tormenting sting on my butt morphed into scandalous pleasure.I writhe across Wesley’s lap, acutely aware that with every titillating strike he delivers, Dean and Camden run their fingertips over his handprint, testing the temperature of my skin and growling as I get hotter.

Streams of arousal drip from me now, and without the barrier of my dress and underwear, I shamefully drench Wesley’s suit pants.

Dear god, help me.Flushed with embarrassment, I try to lift myself away from him for the umpteenth time, but instead, he pushes me down harder against his thigh.Every sane, controlled thought of mine disintegrates as I rub my clit against his hard muscle, drowning in the scent of their cologne, surrounding me like a dark, mysterious mist.

An unsolicited moan escapes my mouth as Dean and Camden trail their hands up my inner thighs.Self-preservation forces me to close my legs, but they’re stronger and keep my legs spread, opening me up wider the higher they get to my drenching heat.They’re going to know how wet I am, and not even my shame can stop them.

Wesley spanks me again.But this time, he keeps his hand on my flesh, cupping the searing heat in his palm.

Something comes over me, and the last shred of my control dies.

“Please,” I beg as a new surge of arousal soaks my pussy.I press my clit into Wesley’s thigh, shutting my eyes and biting my lip as I rub myself against him.My pride is never going to survive this.I will never be able to look at myself in the mirror again after this.

Wesley releases me before I can surrender to my unwanted orgasm.The instant I’m free, I shakily jump from his lap, picking up my dress from the backrest of a chair and using it to cover my nakedness.

“You...you,” I try again, but I’m hopelessly disoriented and breathless.My brain isn’t working properly.My body has long since deserted me.

While I’m winding myself up to deliver a stern lecture to them, their attention focuses on the spot I left on Wesley’s thigh.

Oh.

“I...”

Wesley swipes his finger through the damp patch on his pants, then sucks off the wetness.

My knees barely keep me upright.I’m still shaken from being taken right to the edge and then denied the free fall off the cliff.My body feels betrayed.I feel insane.When did all this change?

With painstaking slowness, they turn their attention back to me.

Wesley stands up.All three of them come toward me like a wave of virility, sexiness, and power.

My mind begs me to take a step back.My breath hitches.I’m visibly shaking all over.My tongue sweeps across my bottom lip.I have no idea what I’m doing.I should be holding out my hand to stop them from coming any closer.I should run.But I just stand there.

Shoulda woulda coulda.

I need to get a grip on the situation.I inhale deeply and find my pride.

“You know what?It’s my turn now to spank you.It’s only fair because I didn’t think you would actually do it.Like, actually spank me.So go ahead, all three of you, and bend over the table so I can spank you now.And then you can tell me how it feels to have your butt literally handed to you on a flaming hot platter.It stings,” I say forcefully, in case they don’t get my meaning.

Awkwardly clutching my dress to conceal my nakedness, I point to the table to let them know where I want them to bend over.Tit for tat, and all that.

They don’t do my bidding.Instead, their deep chuckles echo around me, and my poor clit, already under grave duress, throbs even harder.

“This is not funny.I will get my vengeance.I will spank you to the point where your cocks get so hard you think you’re going to come, and then I’m going to stop.”

I immediately shut my mouth.Those words were not meant to be said aloud.They were private thoughts.They weren’t supposed to be said out loud.

“Ugh, I hate you three,” I say and storm off.I need to burn my brain, my body, everything, and erase it of everything that has to do with them.

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