“And how will you know who goes and who stays?”Austin asked, his hazel eyes skimming over her.
“I have my ways.”
She had zero way of knowing which one of them was going to work out, but hopefully, she was going to find out once they started.
The suite was enormous, but they seemed to engulf its entirety, including her, with their casual masculinity and their indifference to the opulence of the decor around them.They seemed not to notice their surroundings and were unperturbed by the luxury.There was something about them that didn’t just scream money, as evidenced by their bespoke suits.
Who were they really?
Not her business; she self-corrected immediately.All she was interested in was what they kept in those pants of theirs.
Their sole focus was on her as they stood side by side, hands in the pockets of their suit pants, legs braced wide apart, oozing sexiness in that carefree, unbothered way, so much so that she wondered if she should rescind her offer for their company.Even though she was twenty-seven, she felt old before her time.
No.She needed this.
But there was something else about them that made her curious.She’d been around rich men all her life.She knew the type.Their confidence was born from their bank balance.The richer they were, the more they strutted around.
But these men, whoever they were outside of this situation, their confidence came from their dominance.A quiet power that hummed just under the surface of their skin, there but fully controlled.
She suddenly realized they were dangerous.They were used to getting what they wanted, and they utilized whatever means necessary.Capable of violence.
A shiver rolled down her back.Should she be afraid of them?
Yet the fear they evoked in her seemed to amplify the stirrings of unfamiliar lust in her body.An unusual thing to happen to her when she’d taken years and years to practice remaining poised and steady at every moment.
The text she received had messed her up more than she should have allowed, and this was what she had chosen as her outlet.
Sex.
No strings attached.
She needed this.She was a consenting adult, and so were they.
“These are the rules—” She began, standing a little straighter to impose upon them her own confidence and her own dominance.
“Rules?”Darien asked.Even the arch of his eyebrow made her breath quicken.
“Yes, rules.Rules for sex.That’s why you’re here.There will be no kissing.No talking.No cuddling.”
“What about dinner?”Austin asked, grinning at her.
“There will be no eating.After it’s done, I leave.You’re welcome to eat then.You are not allowed to touch me—"
“Are you serious?”Darien chuckled at her as if she had said the funniest thing ever.
“Do I look anything but serious?”She replied with a straight face.
“Carry on,” he said with a full smile on his face.
“There will benotouching,” she said again for emphasis.“Except for your penis and my vagina.”
“I see.So just put our cocks into your pussy.”Oh, Darien was certainly having fun at her expense.
“There will be no crude language either; thank you very much.”She had no idea why she made herself sound like a prude.She wasn’t, she was just a tired virgin with mother issues.But a niggling feeling told her that if this was anything but clinical, she would be in trouble.
“Right, so only our copulatory organs will touch your vestibule,” Austin volunteered.
“I don’t appreciate your attempt at humor, but yes, if you must call it a copulatory organ and a vestibule, then you may.”She really didn’t want to retract her no-crude language policy, so she just had to go along with it.
