Page 8 of Tempt Her

She’s dating a man who looks like Redix’s twin, but he’s more.

He’s Silas Van de May, and Gentry is obsessed with Silas. Not only because Silas is so hot like Redix that you revisit your definition of sexual attraction in his presence. It’s also because Silas is the heir to the Van de May Energy fortune, and Gentry is in love with the power Silas’s family’s endorsement would bring.

That’s why Gentry let me invite Cade and Silas to our New Year’s Eve party the other night at a holiday event. Gentry was pleased that I’d befriended Cade, or she befriended me. It’s hard to tell, but it’s odd.

Like you’d think Gentry would avoid a woman like Cade. She’s everything he stands against. Powerful. Confident. Able to murder his ass.

His notions of power and privilege and who should have it are antiquated and bigoted. But there’s a history between Cade and Gentry. I don’t know what it is, but I know when a woman hates a man, and Cade Bryant hates my husband.Good.If that doesn’t make Cade my new and only friend, I may survive this marriage.

But tonight, after whatever Gentry makes me do to him, I’ll survive it with the thought of any of these men.

There’s something about them.

It’s cracking the air around me like that moment between when all the lights drop… and the big concert begins. You grab a deep breath because you know this is about to be the best show of your life. You’ll forget your miserable world for hours while all you feel is pure energy, connection, and pleasure.

Pleasure like Mateo gliding his tan, hard, naked skin over mine, his tattoos capturing my stare while he shows my flesh how real men kiss you.Everywhere.

Or Luke, so young, but he’s legal. He can’t be more than ten years my junior, and that’s forbidden enough to turn me on. I can tell he’s eager to please. Pleasing me with those eyelashes adoring me while he smiles between my thighs; I’ve never had my pussy kissed.

Or Ford. I don’t know why he hates me, but I can tell—still, he wouldn’t hurt me. Hate would only turn into passion between us, into him bending me over and fucking me from behind like the boss he is, and yes, who says enemies can’t fuck too?

The fantasy suddenly hits me.

Or all three of them.

God hasgotto be a woman if that is ever real for anyone because it jolts my clit so fast, clenching my pussy so tight that a gasp escapes my lips, and… Ford hears it.

Quickly, he glances at me, catching my silent trembling at my forbidden wish of all three men fucking me.

Oh shit, am I that obvious?

Can he read the XXX-rated thoughts behind my eyes?

A painful swallow rolls down my throat. The part of my brain that overrides my pussy, that keeps me alive, warns; you best fix your face before your husband notices too.

So I plaster on a pageant smile—all teeth, no brains—while my mind spins behind my vacant eyes.

Am I that lonely? Am I so desperate for anyone that I’d risk my vengeful husband catching me? Mind fucking another man?

Yes. I don’t even need sex. I just need kindness.

Gentry boasts, agreeing with Ford, acting like the white paint was his choice all along, but I’m not listening to his hot air. My hot fantasy keeps returning, providing all the escape I need.

I can feel the three men: Ford, Mateo, and Luke.

The fourth one can go to hell. There’s a golf course waiting there for him.

But the others? They stall my breath.

Any one of them giving me just an hour of relief from my isolation; it makes me ache with a wet pain spreading between my lonely thighs, needing a caring touch, not a cruel one.

“We’ll get the paint this afternoon.” That grabs my ear as Ford addresses Gentry, “We can start tomorrow morning at nine.”

“Ten,” Gentry orders. “We have a breakfast meeting first, and then my wife can let you in.”

Hell, yes,I’ll let them in—each one or all three—welcome to Stacey’s dirty little mind. Here’s your VIP pass.

“Stacey,” Gentry barks as he coils his glare my way, “tomorrow, you’ll serve these men.”

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