Page 77 of Puck Yes

“But only after he tells me he’s been coming to my shop and ordering lattes every day because he likes the way I make them better than anyone, and he’s finally decided to tell me, and now no one else can ever have me,” Prana says wisely. These are some of the very important conversations we engage in here.

“Things romance novels have taught me,” Aubrey adds.

“Someday we’ll write a dating self-help book and title it that,” Trina puts in, then segues the conversation as she lifts a finger. “Let me steal my girls for a second.”

Trina tugs me away from the crew, along with Aubrey, guiding me into a quiet nook of the store. “So, how’s your own bangathon going?”

My cheeks flush as memories flash by of the last week with the guys. Trina smirks and before I can answer she asks, “So it’s going that well?”

I smile nervously. “What’s better than well?”

“You deserve this after your ex and your ex-boss. Truly you do,” she says, squeezing my arm.

“There’s nothing quite like karma deciding to sprinkle fairy dust on you in the form of two dicks, is there?” Aubrey asks with a wistful sigh.

“Now that should be our next book club pick.Two Dick Fairy Dust,” I say.

“Has someone written that?” Trina asks, mock seriously.

“No, but I’m going to put it out in the universe and hope the universe returns it to me,” Aubrey says, then crosses her fingers. “But in the meantime, one of my clients asked me out.” Her grin grows wider. “Oh, have I mentioned he was my prom date?”

Trina smacks Aubrey’s shoulder. “Is he the one who got away?”

Aubrey’s eyes say maybe. “Aiden’s someone my family knows. My dad always thought he’d be perfect for me,” she says, then trails off for a few seconds, before she collects herself. “Aiden came back to town recently, and he started coming to see me. He has the most amazing head of hair and a fantastic beard, and we’re going out next week.”

“I want a full report on Aiden and his hair,” I say.

“You’ll get it…and I’m seriously happy for you.”

Me too. Though I’m also realistic enough to know it won’t last. That karma is simply sprinkling this glittery stuff for a little while and soon it’ll end.

But I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

* * *

When I return to Hayes’s penthouse that evening, I find gifts and a note. I follow the instructions to the letter. I slick on the red lipstick they left, then I slip into the white lace bikini panties and the demi-cup bra. Next, I slide on the thigh-high white stockings they bought for me.

I follow the first instruction.

Gaze at my reflection in the bedroom mirror for a minute.

I look…seductive. I look sexy. I look like someone who owns her pleasure.

I follow the second instruction.

Tease yourself with the toy before taking off the panties.

I return to the bed, turning on the vibrator to a low setting. I press it over my panties.

The pulse is subtle, a tease of vibration, but my toes start to curl. The tempting buzz tightens my belly. A door clicks open.

Two sets of footsteps echo against the tiles outside the bedroom, then slow and stop. My men fill the doorway. They don’t move though. With darkened eyes, they watch me play with myself.

Hayes stalks over to me, yanks off my panties, then barks a command. “Bend over the bed. Now.”

Electric from the order, I scramble to the foot of the mattress, lifting my ass, then I push the toy back between my thighs and inside me.

“You like that toy, baby?” Hayes asks.

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