Page 2 of Puck it Off

"Are you trying to get me drunk, so I'll say yes?" I hold back a smile, realizing they're completely harmless—incorrigible flirts—but harmless, nonetheless. A little flirting can't hurt. It actually feels good to tease the three of them.

"We're desperate men, Maggie." Owen raises the bottle of wine to my lips. "We'll do whatever it takes for you to say yes." He tips the mouth of the bottle to my lips. "Open." I do as I'm told, placing my lips to the rim of the bottle and letting Owen pour the wine into my mouth before pulling the bottle back when I close my mouth, sealing in the liquid. "Swallow." He commands again.

Only this time, before I obey Owen, I glance around the room to find all three sets of eyes trained on me. A naughty thought pops into my head as I slowly swallow the wine. I close my eyes as the smooth liquid coats my throat, making me wish it was a different kind of liquid only they could give me.

Going in for the kill, I open my eyes and make eye contact with them as I open my mouth to show them, I've swallowed every drop Owen gave me. A round of sexually frustrated groans fills the air making me feel like a sex goddess—something I've never felt before.

Sure, I've dated, even had a few serious boyfriends, but I've never been the one to initiate anything. The whole reason I moved to Iowa to open my yoga studio was to get away from a controlling ex-boyfriend who wanted to add people to our sex lives. When I said no, he went off on me, calling me a prude. If only he could see me now, flirting with these three hunks, he would think I was far from a prude.

Owen is the first to recover, lowering his lips to my ear. "You're dangerous, aren't you, Maggie May? " He whispers, his breath caressing my cheek, making my body heat up.

"About the massages," Zander says, pulling my attention away from Owen, giving me a chance to cool my body down. "We're willing to pay you a thousand dollars apiece for a thirty-minute-deep tissue massage."

Three thousand dollars?

The yoga studio is doing good, but I'd be foolish to turn down that kind of money.

My gaze drifts from each of their hopeful faces before I finally give in. "Fine. But I expect a big tip."

Reece is the first to react to my statement, "Don't worry. We would love to give you a big tip, but we'd prefer you take the whole thing, not just the tip." The smirk on his face tells me all I need to know. If given the chance, I could have whatever I wanted from the three of them, at least for tonight.

"A monetary tip," I clarify as I grab the oil out of Reece's hand. "Now, who's going to be first?"

Three hands shoot in the air so fast, I'm certain they're going to fight over who gets to go first when they shock me by saying, "How about all at the same time?"

I should be scandalized or at least shocked by their joint statement, but since my best friend Aubree is dating three pro hockey players at the same time, I'm not surprised they would suggest it.

Ignoring their suggestion, I motion for them to follow me, but not before I lock the front door. Not that I would actually take them up on the offer, but I can't risk anyone finding me alone in my studio with three guys—I'm a respected businesswoman in the town—what would people think?

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Maggie

Itdidn'ttaketheguys long to decide who was going first for their massage, but instead of leaving us alone in the massage room, Reece and Owen take a seat on the mat against the wall while Zander strips out of his clothes, leaving me with a perfect view of his gigantic cock. I try not to let my jaw drop, but damn, he wasn't kidding when he said he needed the magnum-size condom.

"See anything you like?" Zander wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk.

My cheeks heat with the realization that I've been caught staring at his finely sculpted body with an equally beautiful rock-hard cock. "Um, I need you to get on the massage table," I say, ignoring his comment.

"Faceup or facedown?" He gives me another smirk.

"Facedown." I quickly say, lifting the top sheet off the table for him to settle in for his massage, but mainly to cover up his glorious cock before I do something foolish like drop to my knees and worship it with my tongue.

I'm not sure I can concentrate on his massage if he's sporting an enormous tent under the sheet only inches from my hands. Hopefully he'll only want his back massaged and not his front.

Yeah, right Maggie, like you aren't dying to get your hands on every part of him.

He shrugs before leaping onto the table and sliding under the sheet with more grace than a man his size should have and lies facedown on the table. I drape the sheet over his bottom half at his waist, so I don't have to stare at his toned ass.

Once he's situated, I pick up the flavored, edible massage oil and squeeze some into my hand—the smell of cherries fills the air as I set the bottle down and begin to rub the oil between my fingers to warm it up because no one wants cold oil on their body.

Surprisingly, the oil feels like silk gliding between my fingers. I expected it to be sticky since it's edible, but it's not. The warming sensation of the oil surprises me next—it's subtle at first before becoming more intense.

My eyes flutter shut as I imagine gliding my naked oil-covered body against the three of their equally naked oil-covered bodies. An abrupt cough has me snapping my eyes open, only to find all three of them staring at me with so much lust and hunger that it almost sends me running out of the room.

Instead, I hold my ground with these dominant males. "Shall we begin?" I pick up the discarded bottle of oil and squirt some directly onto Zander's back, not caring if it's cold or not, considering we all need to cool off. He doesn't even flinch as oil hits his skin.

He lowers his head back into the face cradle of the massage table. "Give it to me, Maggie."

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