Page 146 of Tempt Her

“A very taken man.” A deep voice sounds over my shoulder.

Ford appears on my right. Luca stands beside him.

The woman’s eyes grope us all before she coos, “Taken by who?”

“All of us,” Luca answers, and I don’t know what the hell just happened upstairs between Luca and Ford… but I trust the men I love.

“Got room for one more?” But the woman won’t give up, and part of me doesn’t blame her. We are a tempting threesome. And with Luca as our new wingman, apparently, he’s playing defense and piquing my curiosity.

I point to the large framed photo on the wall. “We only have room for one woman in our hearts.”

Like she’s just now noticing it, or like she didn’t care before, the woman cranes her neck around to study the photo. It hangs like a giant masterpiece in the room, my favorite shot of the four of us.

It’s Stacey in a black bra and panties. She called it a “lace harness lingerie set”—I swear the words I’m learning. All I know is she’s so damn sexy she makes erotic French lingerie look elegant.

The three of us are in suits and ties, sitting side by side on the black leather settee in the parlor. My arm is draped over the back of it, and so is Luke’s, while Ford sits in the middle with Stacey on his lap.

My favorite part of the shot is how Stacey’s not leaning back on us. She’s leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. She’s got on her collar with a gold chain she added, but the part that makes me the most proud?

She’sholding the end of her chain.She’sgot the power. She’s confronting the camera with a shameless smile, and no one fucks with our woman.

Just to make the point, Stacey stalks over from behind the antique reception desk where she was helping Vale.

“Welcome to Delta’s.” She extends her hand with full pageant manners and greets the woman still sitting on the arm of Luke’s chair.

But Luke doesn’t act nervous, like he’s been busted. We all trust him too much. Besides, the motherfucker can’t help it. He’s a pussy magnet.

Shit, apparently, we all are.

“Hi,”—the woman offers her hand to Stacey—“I’m Blair.”

“She’s mysister.” A voice hisses over Stacey’s shoulder, and she turns around. “And she’s getting the fuck up off that chair withyourman before I jerk her bald.”

Vale, Stacey’s store manager, is standing there, glaring at her audacious sibling as the two stare each other down.

They’re like opposite sides of a coin. They both have long black hair, but Blair wears her like a Hollywood starlet in waves, while Vale wears hers straight with razor-sharp ends and long bangs that skim her eyebrows.

Stacey starts laughing, wrapping her arm around Vale. She likes her. I do too. It takes a strong woman to manage a sex shop; I can’t imagine all the crazy shit she’s gonna see.

Stacey tells Vale, “No need to cream your sister’s corn.” She turns back to Blair. “It’s nice to meet you. It seems you’re making quite the impression on my men.”

Blair’s eyes flash wide. “Your? Men?”

“Yeah,” Luke answers. “I’ve been trying to tell you all night. I’m taken like green on grass, split three ways.”

Vale sneers at Blair, “I told you, but you didn’t believe me.”

Blair glances back at the picture of our foursome hanging on the wall. “I thought they were just marketing pictures or something.”

“They are,” Ford answers her. “Butwe’renot on the market.”

Like she wants to save her pride and chances, Blair does a quick audit, figuring that Luca isn’t in the shot.

“What about you?” She licks her lips at Luca, and I gotta give her points for trying. “Areyoutaken?”

I can’t describe the depth of Luca’s response. “To the grave, I am,” he answers, and we all feel the chill.

Blair shrugs. “Can’t blame a gal for trying.”

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