Page 55 of Mask and the Magnolia

I’m sure that would go over real well. I can see it now. I check to make sure the coast is clear then run to the farthest shower, strip down and hop in and when I’m on my third round of antibacterial soap, I’ll hear someone outside the apartment.

Oh, hey there. Just your friendly neighborhood psychologist totally naked and scrubbing her ass in plain view. I’ll be out soon, just have a seat until I’m done conditioning my hair.

No harm, no foul, right?

It’s early enough that they might not even be up and roaming around yet. If I’m really fast, maybe I could sneak away to the rec hall and try to get this smell off of me.

Doubtful.

I have a feeling it’s going to take multiple rounds of washing for me to stop smelling Camden all over me.

What an asshole.

Ugh.

Maybe I can at least find a pair of scrubs to change into while I wash my clothes in the ward laundry room.

That’ll have to suffice for now.

I turn around, ready to go see what I can scrounge up when I’m suddenly snatched up from behind. There’s a hand over my mouth, an arm around my midsection pinning my arms at my sides, and I’m lifted off the ground in a way that would be comical, maybe even fun if I wasn’t terrified out of my mind.

I’m being dragged backwards, away from everyone who could keep me from being kidnapped at work but when the door in front of me closes and I’m spun around, I’m convinced even that wouldn’t matter right now because I’m going to die.

In the storage closet on Ward C.

Smelling like Camden Blackhurst took a shit in my purse.

“Jesus, Vin. She looks terrified.”

My brows shoot up then immediately form into a scowl as Desmond Hawthorne grins at me.

“Gonna scream, sugar?”

I shake my head at the voice behind me, trying to look over my shoulder at Korvin so he can experience an equally dirty look. I can’t in this position, but I’m putting in the effort.

“What’s the big idea?” I snap as soon as he sets me free. “You almost sent me into cardiac arrest, grabbing me like you’re about to drag me in here and kill me. I’d like to think we’ve made enough progress with the two of you to take that off the table.”

Korvin walks around to stand next to Desmond and I swear it’s like some sort of bomb goes off in my brain the second he does.

The two of them standing side by side, towering over me with all the muscles and prison tattoos. Staring at me with pretty eyes and even prettier smiles. I swear if I keep looking directly atthem they’re going to start batting their stupidly long lashes and making kissy faces with their full, Cupid’s bow lips.

I won’t have to worry about my clothes if that happens. They’ll spontaneously combust right off my body but don’t worry, I’m sure the river of slick gushing from my pussy will put out the flames.

Oh boy.

Oh boy, I am in so much trouble.

”You’reboth?—“

“What in the actual fuck happened to your throat?” Korvin comes straight at me, backing me up against the wall until I have no choice but to bump into him when it stops me. “This is a goddamn hand print.”

“And to think we only dragged you in here because you stink.” Desmond takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting my head so they can see the marks Camden left. “Tisk, tisk, little flower. You’re two for two.”

Is it possible to have a contact orgasm?

One that happens from the most unsexy contact ever, like checking a person for injuries?

The realization that both of these men are my scent matches—I have no fucking clue how I didn’t know before this second—is one thing. A thing that had me slicking almost instantly, but now? Skin to skin with Desmond, chest to chest with Korvin? One false move and I’ll come without even trying.

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