Remi frowned, clearly not happy she thought she couldn’t compete with Aurora Locke—Gray didn’t like it either. In fact, in any competition, Abby would win first place every time.
“We know that, Abby,” his younger twin said. “We also know you’re one of the most beautiful women we’ve ever met. Women come in all shapes and sizes—that doesn’t matter to us. What matters is how that woman makes us feel and how we make her feel.” He took her hand and put it on his groin, gently holding it there. Beneath the blindfold, her brow shot up. “This is how you make me feel, little one. And I guarantee my brother is just as hard, wanting you. But we’re going to take this slowly. As Gray said, we’re going to seduce you and educate you. And when the time comes, if we’re meant to be, you’ll submit to our every whim, and we’ll show you how beautiful you are to us.”
“Do you want that, Abby?” Gray asked, resisting the urge to let his hands go any further up her thighs. If they did, he’d give into the desire to shred the leggings from her body.
“I ... I’m ... uh ... I’m scared.”
“Nothing to be scared of, sweetheart. For now, just know that we’re interested in getting to know you much, much better, and we plan on seducing you. That means we’ll be touching you. Kissing you. Whispering in your ear how we feel about you. And when you’re ready, we’ll be making love to you ... at the same time. If you want to try this with us, say ‘yes, Sir.’”
Leaning forward, Remi put his mouth to her ear, “Please, trust us, little one. Let us show you how beautiful you are to us. Let us make all your fantasies come true.”
After a shiver coursed through her, Abigail took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I must be crazy ... or-or dreaming or something, but yes, Sir ... Sirs.”