Page 41 of Dangerous Men
There are no words to describe it. No words to explain the thrill I feel seeing Mason Alexander Sterling kneel before me, his dark eyes gazing up into mine.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Ash says, almost in awe, watching me. His hands make quick work of his bow tie and buttoned shirt, and when he tosses them aside, revealing a perfectly sculpted chest and stomach, my mouth waters.
No, I hadn’t misremembered how perfectly toned he was from the brief glances I got when he was shirtless in my shop. I bite my lip, taking in the sight of him. His body looks like someone carved it from stone.
Between my legs, Alec kisses the inside of my thigh, before dragging his tongue higher.
And higher.
“Wait.” Ash is staring into the bedroom, a distant look on his face. His eyes are locked on the mirror.
“I don’t want towait,” Alec snaps. His hands are already reaching for my panties, the last item of clothing I have on. Andhis tongue is so, so close to where I need it, his breath a warm tease against my skin. “I’ve waited long enough for this.”
“I want her on the bed,” Ash says with a boyish smirk. “For the view.”
Alec narrows his eyes, shooting Ash a glare from between my thighs. But after a moment, he nods.
17
SEBASTIAN
I could kill Ashton.
Or maybe buy him a new Lamborghini. I can’t decide.
I lick my lips, watching through the two-way glass mirror as they carry Sydney to the bed, setting her up perfectly in my eye line. Putting on a show just for me.
It shouldn’t surprise me that Ashton knows I’m here. He set this system up, after all, and God knows the fucker loves to show off.
But with the way he’s been acting about this one, this new way he’s been coveting her, I figured he might want to keep her to himself for a bit.
Well… keep her to himself and Sterling, at least.
It’s Alec who lays the girl on the bed, after giving the mirror a significant and obviously irritated look. I smile, knowing he can’t see me, and raise my middle finger.
Fuck you too, boss.
Ashton climbs onto the bed, laying down next to her and tilting her head to the side so he can kiss her neck. He smirks at the mirror.
“Look at you, naughty girl,” he purrs, lifting her head until she’s staring at her own reflection. Her breath hitches, a delicious blush staining her cheeks. “Look howperfectyou are.”
Her eyes are staring directly into mine through the two-way glass, and my cock jerks violently in my pants at the sight. Fuck, she has pretty eyes, doesn’t she?
Alec lays down over her, kissing down her body until she’s practically vibrating with excitement. He pauses at her panties, fingers teasing at the edges of the fabric.
“Please,” she whimpers, writhing beneath him.
“Please, what?” Alec asks, continuing to tease her.
“Anything,” she gasps.
Ashton was wrong to call her a naughty girl. She’s dirty. Absolutely filthy.
I grip myself through my slacks, my cock so hard it aches, and admire the filthy girl as Alec delivers a single kiss to her pussy, through the thin fabric of her panties.
Even that light sensation is enough to have her arching off the bed with a gasp.
Filthy, filthy girl.
