“Your sweet lips wrapped around my cock.” Her eyelids drop to half-mast.
“Mmm, sounds like a fantastic idea to me. On your knees, goddess,” Zac instructs Chloe. She gracefully sinks to her knees between his spread legs.
“You too,” Carter prompts Blaire. She still wears that look of bewilderment, as if she can’t believe she’s actually here withCarter Ashford. I suppress a snicker. It must get old for him, constantly seeing that look on women’s faces. Blaire drops to her knees and I start to follow suit, but Dameon stops me with a gentle hand on my forearm.
“Not you, kitten,” he whispers in my ear. “Not with your leg.” He lifts me up by the hips and settles me on his lap. “Let’s give them a show, something to watch while they’re getting their dicks sucked.” He bends my knees and parts my legs, resting them on his own spread knees, leaving me open wide. James, Carter, and Zac’s eyes immediately zero in on my pussy. He lightly drags his fingers up and down my inner thighs, sending shivers dancing down my spine before parting my lower lips to give them a full view. Carter groans at the sight, and Zac tightens his grip on Chloe’s hair. Meanwhile, Cora snickers around James’s balls.
“Play with yourself, kitten.”
I slide my hand to the apex of my thighs, gathering the wetness and spreading it around my clit. I’m dripping wet, and I can’t contain the whimper that escapes my lips.
“That’s it, gorgeous.” His voice is a low growl in my ear. “Show them how you play withmypussy.” I continue to circle my clit, before plunging two fingers deep inside and curling them to hit that sweet spot on my inner wall. I writhe in Dameon’s lap, making him as hard as granite beneath me. His hands roam over my breasts, massaging and pinching my nipples, sending sharp jolts of pain through my body, leaving me breathless with need. Watching the girls moan in pleasure as they bob their heads on their shafts, hearing the men’s grunts as they sip their whiskey, all the while never taking their eyes off my pussy being worked over by my hands, sends me careening to the edge.
“That’s my girl, you can come.” His praise sends me straight over the edge of the cliff, and I crash hard at the bottom, with no safety net to catch me. My back arches off Dameon’s lap, and I scrunch my eyes shut, bracing for the dizzying freefall.
Dameon easily lifts me as if I weigh nothing and flips me upside down, placing my legs up the back of the couch and my head hanging off the seat. The sudden movement leaves me shaky, but when he grasps my head and nudges his cock against my lips, I regain my composure enough to open my mouth.
He thrusts inside, fucking my face with urgency. I focus on relaxing my jaw, allowing him to slide deeper down my throat in this position. Around me, I hear a chorus of moans and grunts, signaling Zac, James, and Carter coming down the girls’ throats. Dameon follows shortly behind with a shout, his release erupting down my throat, spilling out of the corners of my mouth and running down my cheeks. When he pulls out, I gasp for breath, trying to recover before Dameon spins me around once again.
“That definitely improved the whiskey,” James quips.
“You okay?” Dameon’s voice is soft, checking in with me. Nodding my head, I smile.
“Good, because we’re just getting started, kitten.” Those beautiful dimples of his strike me hard in the chest.
I force the smile to stay on my lips, but Cora’s words linger.A practice run.I push the hurt down, burying it where it won’t show. I’m just doing my job. But pretending that’s enough is getting harder every day.
Chapter twenty-three
Hailee
“Whatthehellare you wearing?” Dameon’s deep voice startles me.
“What?” I’m wearing the same bikini that I wore on the yacht a few weeks ago on that epic sex-capade sea adventure. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life; I left the yacht sore.
It’s late afternoon, and I’ve just walked in the door after a refreshing dip in the cool blue waters of the beach.
“You worethataround Bondi?” He looks around, searching for my beach bag, I suppose. But he won’t find it as I didn’t bring it with me.
“I was at the beach. What’s wrong with it?” I say, looking down at my bikini. Okay, so it’s a little skimpy. I could have worn a cover-up… at least until I reached the beach.
“You’ve got other bikinis, haven’t you?”
I don’t bother responding; he knows I have a wardrobe full of options.
“Wear them. This one is formyeyes only, you got it?” he demands. “Don’t act like your job, Hailee.”
I suck in a breath and hold it.
Ouch.
“We’re going out. There’s a dress for you on the bed. Get ready; we leave in an hour.”
He storms off, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “What?” he snaps into the phone. After a brief pause, he adds, “I’m going to fucking bury them when I find out who it is.” He slams the door shut to his office without sparing me another glance.
I swallow hard, guilt churning in my stomach. I’ve fucked up, and I feel awful. I can’t shake the feeling that call was about what I did, and I’d wager all the tea in China on it. I’m torn. If I confess and come clean, I risk shattering everything that’s growing between us—plus, Beth still hasn’t had her surgery.
With a heavy heart, I retreat upstairs to our bedroom. There, laid out on the bed, is an exquisite blood-red ball gown. The fabric is soft as silk, and I run my fingers over it absentmindedly, lost in thought. Raising the gown to my chin, I hold it against my body and gaze at my reflection in the mirror. The gown’s strapless sweetheart neckline and mermaid silhouette is beautiful. But all I see reflected back at me is a woman consumed by remorse.
