Page 144 of Charlie

"We'll all dress up." Jack shrugs off his robe, my jaw dropping as I watch him haul a suitcase onto the stand, thick muscles rippling with every movement. Cam pushes a large box into my hands, stealing my attention from Jack. I set it on the bed and pull the end of the black satin ribbon. Easing off the top, I open the tissue to reveal a sleek black dress with sweeping mesh panels.

"This is gorgeous," I breathe, lifting it from the box. I don't think I've ever owned such an elegant dress. It has long sleeves and a high neck, but I can tell by the placement of the panels that it will show a lot of skin. Jack comes up behind me and slides my robe down my shoulders, the callouses on his hands leaving a trail of goosebumps over my arms.

"This goes with it," he murmurs into my ear, handing me a small bag. I pull a lacy black thong, matching garter belt, and thigh-high stockings from the bag.

"No bra?"

"The dress doesn't allow for one," Lach grins. Jack pulls the robe away from my body, sweeping his hands over my skin before kneeling behind me and sliding the thong over my feet and up my legs. My nerve endings are throbbing by the time the fabric brushes between my legs. Rough hands slide from my ankles to my thighs, tugging the fabric out of the way before dragging his thumb through my folds. He leans forward and bites my ass before returning to his feet and fastening the garter belt around my waist.

"Sit," Cam murmurs, crouching to slide the stockings up my legs, fastening them to the garter. My gaze collides with Lach's as Cam steps away, the heat in his eyes unbearable. The corner of his mouth twitches as he pushes off the wall and stalks toward me.

"Turn over," he says roughly.

"What?" I look up at him through my eyelashes, my pulse pounding in my ears.

"Lay down and turn over." He helps me flip to my stomach and then lifts my hips. I draw my knees under my body and arch my back, pushing back and opening for him. "Holy fuck," he rasps, pulling at my thong and watching as it tugs between my legs. He palms my ass, squeezing and spreading, his groan lodging in my core. He slides his finger under the string of my thong and follows it down until he's nudging at my swollen clit. "Fuck, Charlie." He circles his finger over me, my entire body shuddering.

"I bet it would only take one lick to get you there," he says, pressing his face against me as he pulls the fabric to the side. I jerk under the feather-light touch of his tongue, desperately pushing myself back on his face. He pulls back, chuckling. "God, I love how responsive you are." He flips me onto my back, pushing his pelvis between my legs as he leans over me. His cock is pressing against the front of his pants, straining to be released. I wrap my legs around him, locking him against me, riding my clit over the head of his cock.

He laughs as he struggles to break free but is not fast enough. My muscles tense, and the only thing I can think about is how badly I want his cock buried inside me.

"Oh fuck, hang on," he says, seeing the desperation in my eyes. Pushing to his knees, he fumbles with the button on his pants. He pulls my thong to the side and plunges into me just as I start to come, my world exploding into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations as he grinds against me, keeping firm pressure on my clit.

"Fuck," I breathe as the tremors fade, my body melting into the bed.

"I thought you said sex and full stomachs don't mix?" Lach chuckles, zipping back up and scooping me into his arms, carrying me to the bathroom.

"They never have before. It's different with the three of you. Like my body is primed and ready to go all the time."

"I know what you mean. I don't think there's been a single time I've been around you when I'm not hard as a fucking rock. It's going to be a problem if it continues."

"Why would it be a problem?"

"Because we're going to be working together, Carebear. I don't want to greet my clients with a hard-on."

"Fair enough," I laugh. I grab my makeup bag, thankful that I brought more than my usual Chapstick and mascara. Lach leaves me in the bathroom as he goes to get dressed, and I make quick work of my makeup. I slide the nude lip gloss over my lips, wondering who will be the first to rub it off. One last swipe of mascara completes my smoky eye, and I walk back into the bedroom to get dressed. I freeze as all three turn and look at me like they want to fuck my brains out. All three of them are in suits. Jack is wearing a deep caramel brown that accents the honey tones in his hair. Lach is in a deep olive green that matches his eyes, and Cam's suit is the color of the sky just after sunset. They're so goddamn beautiful.

"Get dressed," Jack growls, his gaze sweeping over my body as he fastens his cufflinks.

"Yes, sir!" I salute him as I walk to the bed, unzipping the dress and stepping into it. Cam comes up behind me, kissing my back before zipping up the dress. I turn toward him, smoothing the dress over my hips. The mesh reveals the bottom of my left breast and sweeps over my hip to expose the dimples in my back before dropping down the side of my thigh.

"How does it look?"

Cam groans, adjusting himself before answering me. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Charlie." He caresses my cheek, tilting my chin to meet his gaze. "I'm jealous of every man that has the honor of laying eyes on you tonight."

Jack grips my elbow and spins me toward him before I can respond to Cam. His whisky gaze rakes over me. "We better leave now, or you won't be leaving this room 'till morning, Charlotte."

"Oh, yeah?" My grin falters as something dangerous flashes over his face. He backs me up into the doorway, leaning over me, and plants a hand on the frame.

"I'll fuck you against this doorway until you're screaming so loud they can hear you in the lobby." He slides his hand over my hip and hikes my leg up, pushing his pelvis against mine. I groan as he rolls his hips, turning to putty in his hands.

"Enough," Lach says, reaching behind me and turning the doorknob, watching with a smirk as Jack and I stumble into the hallway. He hands me a pair of black strappy shoes with blinding red soles. "Come on. Let's go make every guy in Edinburgh jealous."

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Lach helps me into the shoes, carefully buckling the straps around my ankles. He stands, threading his fingers through mine as we walk down the hall to the elevator.

"It should be illegal for your ass to look that good," he groans, his breath hot on my ear. "I want to press you against this wall and fuck you right here." A shiver races down my spine, my body responding to his words.

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