“If you’re asking if Emily will need to look at your pussy, the answer is no. The only people getting anywhere near your undoubtedly pretty cunt will be us.”
His words are coarse, crude. Unexpectedly so. I blink at him. “You’re… testing me. Aren’t you? You really think I’m so inexperienced that I’d run because you saidthat?”
Jenson does smile, then. A curling, dangerous smirk that makes my own toes curl inside my heels. “It’s not a test. Not the kind that you’re thinking. But something like this – it takes a lotof trust. You’ll be giving over your body to three men to use – within the terms of the agreement – however the hell we like.”
“I ‘m struggling to see the connection.”
“If we go ahead with this,” he says slowly. My breath catches as he leans forward and I do the same, moving toward him almost without realising. “Then very soon, I will be burying my cock inside you, Briar.”
I stop breathing altogether, watching him.
“I will thrust inside your cunt,” Jenson murmurs. He doesn’t look away, pinning me with eyes of steel and fire. “Strip you bare, wrap that fucking gorgeous hair around my fist and bend you however the fuck I want. Maybe I’ll fuck your mouth, massage your throat until you drink every drop of me. Or I’ll flip you over, spread your ass and see exactly how much your body is capable of. Not just me, but River. Kai. The three of us. Likely at the same time. Possibly in the same tight little hole. If you decide to move forward with this, then for those hours, we will own your body. Ownyou. And if a few words in a bright office when it’s just us makes you uncomfortable, Briar Rose, then this is as far as you should take it.”
His eyes burn. “Because I guarantee you that we will take it a lot fucking further.”
There’s only a few inches separating us. My breathing sounds harsh as Jenson studies me, not pulling back. “I want to see you in our bed. Spread out for me as you sleep, completely unaware of exactly how much I’m going to use you. And I will protect you, and make sure you aresafewith us at every single moment. But not at the expense of something you can’t take back.”
A small noise escapes my throat, and his brows draw together. He almost looks…disappointed. “You don’t need to be scared of me. This won’t go any further.”
“No.” I try to breathe. “I’m not scared. I…,”
I think I’ve ruined my dress.
Because I’m soaking, so much so that I’m genuinely concerned for the leather beneath me. Trembling, just from those words. And the way that he says them. As if it’s not just a want for him, but a need. Forme. And the way he looks at me as he says them – as if I’m important.
I need more. Wantmore.
I bite down on my lip, and dawning awareness darkens his gaze. “Are you wet, Briar?”
God. Slowly, I nod.
“Show me.”
My whole body locks up. “What? That’s not—,”
“Not part of the agreement.” His voice is a rasp over my skin, goose pimples springing up on my arms. “I know. But I want to see. Stand up, lift up your dress, and show me.Please.”
He waits. I’m not sure my legs will hold me. Not sure what the hell I’m doing. But he sucks in a sharp breath as I slowly push to my feet. I can feel my dress sticking to me, the thin nude lace underwear I chose underneath not nearly enough to stop my body from making itveryobvious just how much I enjoyed Jenson’s speech.
And he’s about to see the evidence. His jaw is tight, his eyes on my face. “You can say no.”
I don’t want to say no.
Sliding my hands down to my thighs, I grip the edges of my dress and drag it up, baring myself to him, inch by torturous inch.
I’m not naked. There’s nothing to show, not really. Nothing except my soaking wet underwear. Jenson leans forward, staring at it with a focus that makes my knees weak.
At this moment, he looks… ravenous. I feel like prey beneath his gaze, pinned,helpless.
“Say yes.” He doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t look away from what he’s pulled from me. “I’m not nearly done with you yet, Briar Rose. Sayyes.”
I know I’m going to say yes.
And I know what I want.
“I want you to talk to me.” Jenson’s eyes flare wide as he registers my words.
I let my dress fall, soaking in the hint of disappointment in his eyes. “When it’s happening. When you’re with me. That’s my condition. Talk to me like you just did.”
