Page 149 of Tempt Her

I’ve waited this long. I’ve endured so much. I can tap dance on a bed of nails, waiting a bit longer for my chance.

Because I’ve never smiled so much in my life, not even in a damn pageant. I’m sure the novelty will wear off, and owning a sex shop will lose its clit-tingling charm.

But not today!

I’m prepared—kinky body and mind—to start my lustful life. So when the chime to the front doors rings out, it races my excited pulse.

Grant checks the cameras monitoring the entrance first.

“Donotwand Mr. Mercier,” I insist.

I understand it’s a safety thing, checking for weapons, and that Grant does everything by the book, chapter, and sentence, but the only weapon Luca Mercier is packing is that baseball bat for a cock in his pants.

Jace opens the door, and Luca greets me, shaking my hand before kissing my cheeks. “Stacey,”—I’ve asked everyone to call me by my first name—“please meet my… uh…. assistant, Ms. Jones.”

When Luca’s skyscraper body steps aside, I stifle my gasp.

Ms. Jones may be his “assistant,” aka his “special friend.” But I also recognize her as the hot auburn-haired woman who fucked him like a champ months ago at Cade and Redix’s birthday party at the sex club.

“How do you do.” Still, I’d never judge. I shake her hand. “I’m Stacey, and welcome to Delta’s.”

“Nice to meet you.” Her handshake is firm. Her voice is smoky for a woman. “Please, call me Scarlett.”

My god, if I were into women, I’d be into Scarlett.In every way.

She’s even sexier up close. I only saw her incredible ass from a distance, riding Luca all night. Now I can see how her big brown eyes almost match her roots that lighten into twirls of cinnamon. Her lips are impossibly full and soft. Her nose is cute, and her cheeks are sculpted to feminine perfection, but then she’s got this scar through her left eyebrow that makes her look tough.

“Scarlett,”—I like her name on my tongue—“has Mr. Mercier informed you what to expect of our demonstration this afternoon?”

It’s my policy—full transparency and complete consent.

“Yes,” she answers. “I’m very clear on Mr. Mercier’s expectations for this afternoon.”

I can tell there’s some secret she’s keeping, but that’s what she wants.

“Did he inform you that you will be a spectator to live sex? And are you okay with that?”

Scarlett nods. “Is it fully consensual?”

“Yes,” I answer. “I consent to it often, actually.”

Her lips lift in a half smile. “You’re my kinda woman.” That zings my pussy. “I’ll enjoy the show.”

They follow me upstairs as I glance back, noticing how they don’t touch. Luca’s usually so affectionate with his cheek kisses and hugs. But around Scarlett, he’s reserved. He makes my bodyguards look like circus clowns.

Vale follows with a tray of drinks and a crystal bowl of pralines.

Trick #SexSnack:Decadent, candied, salted nuts; the perfect morsels for fucking occasions.

White sheers flutter before the tall windows as I guide them into the third-floor parlor. Sunlight streams in, providing enough light along with the chandelier glowing above.

Luke has put on music, and I write another mental thank-you note to the Sex Goddess or whatever divine power has him here with us for a few more weeks. I’m glad he’s not missing this. Though, with his air cast on, he stays reclined on the sex chaise in nothing but a men’s black robe. Dropping your pants ain’t so easy when you’re wearing a cast.

Mateo only wears black silk pajama pants. Leaning patiently against the sex bench, he grins when we enter, and I think I hear Scarlett stifle a gasp at the sexy sight of him while she sits beside Luca.

I decided to buy ivory and gold barstools with plush backs for our guests to sit on. Matching gold tray tables stand beside them. The high stools offer a better view, and you can always straddle the stools the wrong way and easily get railed from behind if you like.

Because I do.

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