Page 23 of Room Twenty-Three: Tangled & Teased

A deep exhale blasts from his flaring nostrils. “F... fuck.”

Act confident. “You lost that opportunity.”

“Did I?” He drags the dress lower and stares at my breasts. “Fucking gorgeous.”

I laugh and arch an eyebrow. “They say romance is dead.”

“I know you’re angry about Club Sin, but don’t take it out on me.”

I hold in a sigh, because he is telling me Club Sin is still not happening. “I’m taking my frustrations out on the three of you. Don’t worry, you aren’t being singled out.”

“Erin,” he warns, sliding his palm over my breast. Mesmerized as he squeezes the fullness and tweaks my nipples between his thumb and finger. It should mortify me. I should tell him to get out of my room.

I don’t.

Why would I? I’ve never had a man as gorgeous as Beau interested in me before.

“Squeeze your tits, Erin.”

What the heck?

He lifts one side of his mouth, waiting.

I do it. Mainly because his dominant voice is making me wet, and partly because I’m wondering where this is going.

My full breasts are warm in my hands, my nipples getting harder with each touch.

Beau’s hands press on my bare flesh as he raises my dress and spreads my legs. His hands stroke up my thighs, getting closer and closer, my breathing getting more and more ragged. His breaths quicken as he watches my hands. “Play with your nipples.”

Our eyes lock. I swallow, moving my hands as I obey.

“Do you want to be touched here?” he says, running his index finger until it stops at the apex of my thighs.

“I... I...”

Say yes. Say yes. Be confident.

“Now come on Erin. You can’t be asking us to tie you up and bring you to an orgasm unless we touch you there.”

“Oh, God.” My face reddens as I flop back onto the bed and focus my attention on a dot on the ceiling.

“Say it, Erin. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I dig my elbows into the mattress and stare at him.

“I didn’t say you could let go of your tits.”

“Beau,” I whimper, embarrassed.

“Erin, be a fucking good girl and do as I say.”

I lean back on the mattress and go back to caressing them.

“I thought Jove was the bossy one, not you,” I say, catching his eye.

“We’re all bossy.”

“Mmm.”

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