Page 10 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

Kenna snorted and glanced over her shoulder at me.

“Come on, Troy. You know better than anyone that I’ve left a string of broken hearts in my wake since I turned eighteen. You write about my jilted ex-boyfriends often enough.”

That was true. Kenna took the world by storm when she was discovered singing outside a bar with her guitar at sixteen years old. I knew I struck gold when I heard about her and I clamored to get my hands on her story before someone else poached it. Fame suited her well. She didn’t break under the pressure—she thrived off it.

“Not exactly what I meant,” I countered.

Kenna pulled her skirt back on then scooped up her bra, hooking the straps over her shoulders.

“Why are you so interested in my love life? I thought all you wanted was a quick fuck for the fun of it.”

I slid to the edge of the bed and took Kenna by the hips, pulling her to stand between my knees as I looked up at her.

“I’ve been interviewing you for years. I prefer to think that makes us something like friends by now.”

Kenna eyed me. “What are you getting at?”

“A threesome.”

She blinked as she blew out a breath of surprise. Then she went quiet as she considered it.

“Do you have a personal experience you’d like to share with the class, Troy?” Kenna asked coyly.

I huffed a laugh as I flopped back against the bed, tucking one hand behind my head.

“Oh, I haven’t tried it myself, but it’s always been a fantasy I’d like to check off my list. If you ever need a volunteer, you have my number.”

“Wouldn’t you love that?” Kenna fanned her hands out like she was unrolling a banner over the bed. “Singing sensation Kenna Newhouse taken by half a dozen men in deviant sexual orgy.”

“Half a dozen, huh? Is that your ideal number? Sounds like a lot of moving parts to keep track of.”

She placed her hand on the pillow next to my head and leaned over. Her bra wasn’t clasped properly and her breasts spilled free, soft and round and so damn touchable that I couldn’t help myself. I cupped her tits in my hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

“You’re the one who suggested I take more than one lover,” Kenna replied. “And you know me. I always say go big or go home.”

I breathed a laugh as I angled my head up, meeting Kenna’s mouth in a kiss.

“All I suggested was a threesome. I didn’t realize I would be competing with so many other men.”

She flicked her tongue out, tracing my lower lip in a teasing lick.

“Well, then, I guess you’ll just have to work extra hard to make sure you give me the most orgasms. What was it you said to me the other day?It’s a breakneck competition, baby.”

I sputtered a laugh. “Oh, you little—”

A knock at the door made me break off. A moment later, Merrick’s voice echoed.

“Miss Newhouse, CeCe called. She said you have an appointment for your costume fitting in an hour.”

Kenna slid a sideways glance in my direction with a sly little smile at the corner of her mouth.

“You can come in, Merrick. The door is open. No need to lurk in the hallway like a shy schoolboy.”

It was one thing to be viewed by an anonymous audience. It was another thing for Kenna’s hulking, intimidating, bodyguard brutes to enter the room while my cock was soft and exposed. Those bodyguards looked like they ate glass for breakfast and could crush my head between their biceps with nothing but a brief squeeze.

I wasn’t a small guy by any stretch of the imagination—I had the wiry build of a man who was quick on his feet, dodging punches instead of throwing them—but I wasn’t a bulked-up beast like Baron and Merrick were. And it was obvious from their cold stares that they didnotlike me.

When I started to pull away, Kenna took me by the wrists and guided my hands back to her breasts.

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