Page 70 of Devious Temptation
Lawson is only into women. And I know Cameron swings both ways but prefers women. Even though he doesn’t mind being intimate with men, I also happen to know that regardless of their shared experiences, the two of them have never been intimate with each other.
So, I stand between them, utterly confused about what the hell is happening.
To add to my confusion, the hostess leads us to a curved booth in the back of the dimly lit restaurant, away from the majority of prying eyes. When she goes to set the menus down on the black and gold marbled surface of the table, Lawson waves them away and shakes his head.
“We’re just having drinks.”
Earlier, he told me specifically not to snack in the spa so I could save room for later. I thought later meant a delicious meal, but evidently, it means two whiskey neats for them and a shot of Patrón for me—which addles me further because Lawson doesn’t like it when I drink.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” He’s smiling like he’s admiring a prized mare he’s about to buy.
I look past Cameron, trying to see the woman who caught Lawson’s attention. My cheeks grow hot with rageat the callousness with which he speaks about another female in front of me.
Cameron chuckles, leaning into me, his cerulean blues lit up with mirth. “Absolutely adorable. But are you sure you’ll be able to share this one, Law?”
Wait, what?
Me?
They’re talking about me?
Holy shit. They’re talking about me!
“I’m sorry. W-what?” I manage to stammer.
A shiver runs down my spine, making me extra aware of the added piece ofjewelryLawson so generously gifted me this morning. Cue naïve, young Lucy, because how the fuck did I miss all the signs?
Cameron flashes me a devilish smile as Lawson comments, “She finds you attractive. You should have seen how eager she was to work for you the first day I took over.”
My head snaps to him in astonishment. “Hey!”
Cameron laughs, his gaze turning to his friend. “Even so. Something tells me you want to keep this one. Can you live with that?”
“Do I get a say in whatever you two are talking about?” I huff, irritated that they’re talking about me like I’m not even here.
“No,” both men answer simultaneously in authoritative tones that instantly create heat between my legs.
“It’s what she wants. I trust you to be respectful.”
“Are youpimpingme out?” I ask incredulously.
Cameron’s gaze finds mine again. “No, Lucy. He’s notpimpingyou out. He’s trying to make one of your fantasies come true.”
“And what exactly is that?” I’m annoyed that Lawson didn’t bother to ask if I’m okay with whatever it is they’re talking about. With whatever they’ve clearly discussed beforehand.
Lawson leans closer, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear as Cameron reaches beneath the table, slipping past the slit in my skirt to find the skin just above my knee. “You’re going to get fucked by us both tonight, rainbow.”
A gasp escapes my throat as he kisses just below my ear. Cameron slides his hand upward, pushing my skirt up as his fingers dig into the flesh of my inner thigh. My eyes dart around the restaurant, but there’s no one in the booths around us.
No one nearby to watch as these two men fondle me like I’m their plaything. No one to see my eyes roll back in my head when Lawson grips my chin and devours my lips as Cameron’s hot breath ghosts over my shoulder, placing a chaste kiss on the suddenly sensitive skin.
Lawson’s hungry, gravel-filled words caress my lips. “You’re going to do exactly as we tell you. Tonight, you’re our little fuck doll. You’re going to take every inch of both of us at the same time, and you’ll say, ‘Thank you, sir. More, please, sir.’Won’t you, rainbow?”
Holy fuck.
I’m speechless.
My breathing becomes labored pants as Cameron’s finger traces the seam of my center over my underwear. “She’s already fucking soaked. What a good little toy, all ready to be used up.”
