Page 53 of Falling for Them
“Um, nowhere.”
“Remember what I told you at the karaoke bar?”Sebastian takes my hand in his.“All you have to do is ask, princess.No pressure.We’re going to do what you want.”
“Except you want to boss me around,” I say.
“Only because we think that might be whatyouwant,” Mr.Tyler says.“Tell us if we’re wrong.”
They aren’t wrong.All of my fantasies from the past two weeks—longer, if I’m honest with myself—have featured exactly this kind of situation.
“Are we wrong, little one?”Mr.Tyler asks.
I bite my lip, then release it and say, “You’re not wrong.”
“Fucking fantastic,” Sebastian says, moving to stand behind me.
He slides down the sleeves of his tuxedo jacket, which I’m still wearing, then takes it off of me and sets it somewhere.There’s a tug on my dress zipper, and cool air spreads over my back where fabric used to warm me.The thick strands of fabric that cover my breasts fall to the side, but I reach to push them back.
“No,” Mr.Tyler says, a heated look in his stormy eyes.“Let us see you, baby girl.”
It takes more willpower than I would’ve thought for me to let go of the fabric.The dress falls, pooling around me on the floor.I stand before two hot men.They are fully dressed, while I’m wearing only my heels and a lacy thong.
Sebastian sucks in a breath as he circles around me.“So fucking spankable, this ass.”
Mr.Tyler reaches forward and takes my little clutch from my grasp, then sets it on a little table next to the elevator.
“I’ve had so many thoughts of how I want to corrupt you,” he says, “I don’t know what to do first.”
I shift from foot to foot, my feet uncomfortable after being in these heels for so long, but not wanting to disappoint them.I want to let them look their fill because it seems to make them so damn happy.
“She’s a natural,” Sebastian says, his voice sounding like sex on silk.“Like she was fucking made for us.”
Mr.Tyler walks around me, his gaze hot.“Come to the bedroom, little one.”
My legs are shaking, I’m so nervous.“Okay.”
He takes my hand, giving my fingers a gentle squeeze.“We’re going to take care of you.I think you’re going to love this.”
We move down the hall toward the right, our way illuminated by soft lighting.Everything is so rich and luxurious, I feel tacky in my borrowed shoes and my clearance rack panties.
Not enough, Joel’s voice whispers in my head.
“Shut up,” I murmur.Joel doesn’t belong here.
“You all right?”Mr Tyler asks.
“Yes, a hundred percent,” I say.Because other than that lingering sense of being unworthy, I’m nervous but ecstatic.My heart’s thumping triple-time, like it gets an extra beat in every measure of music, squeezing aside the extra notes to make room for itself.
If this night is a song, I think it’ll be a hit.
It’s too bad that our little trio is more likely to be a one-hit-wonder than something with staying power.
Once we’re in the bedroom, I barely have a chance to look around before the men are bracketing me, kissing my shoulders, arms.Mr.Tyler angles his mouth toward mine.
I’m kissing my ex-boyfriend’sdad.
Holy fuck.
And he’s amuchbetter kisser than Joel.
