I sigh, turning to Glen as he sits on the sofa next to me. “Look, I know we only slept together once, but do you want to do it again? I think topping you will make me feel loads better.”
Glen chokes on air. “I—ah…” I stare at him. “I’m on duty.”
“Shit.” He opens his arms again, and I slump down into them. He starts rubbing my shoulders. It feels nice, but it just makes me feel worse. He’s being so sweet, and I’m acting like a spoiled child.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles in my ear.
I snort. “Don’t be sorry. You’re not required to shag me every time I throw a tantrum.” God, it would be nice, though. To take my own body back from all of the people who are constantly objectifying and degrading me.
He bites my ear. “If you’re that desperate, lass, I’m sure Kenta would happily take care of you. He loves being bossed around in bed.”
I frown. “What? What does that mean?”
He tenses under me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that you—”
I turn to Kenta. “What does that mean?” I repeat, slowly.
Kenta relaxes into the sofa, rolling his eyes slightly. “He’s referring to the fact that I appreciate—a woman in charge.”
“What?You?” Kenta’s hardly dominating, but he’s got a quiet air of authority that’s even more effective than Glen’s physical size, or Matt’s testosterone-filled barking. Even though he usually speaks softly, everyone always hears and does what he says.
He shrugs. “I don’t mind being ordered around by a beautiful woman. Gives me a break from shoving poor girls into cars and locking them inside hotel rooms all day.”
I lick my lips. “Doyouwant to have sex with me?” I demand. I can feel Glen’s laugh rumbling in his chest.
“What?” I scowl at him.
“You’re so direct, lass. We’ve never been propositioned like this.”
“I’m a demanding diva, remember? I’m good at asking for what I want.” I turn back to Kenta. “Well?”
Kenta’s eyes sparkle. “I certainly wouldn’t say no.”
“Right now?”
He looks amused and tilts up his head, offering me his lips. Desire blows through me, so strong I’m almost bowled over.
I’ve never really thought too much about power dynamics in sex. I know I like being on top, but that’s just a logistical thing; it’s easier to get off that way. But now my big strong bodyguard is looking up at me through his lashes, and it’s hot as Hell.
Still on Glen’s lap, I lean forward, cupping a hand under Kenta’s jaw and pressing my mouth to his. His lips part on a sigh. He lifts a big hand, splaying it gently on the small of my back. I pull away.
“No touching,” I order. His pupils blow. “Put your hands on the sofa.”
He does as I say. Arousal shivers through me.
It’s probably messed up that someone listening to me when I tell them not to touch me turns me on. But people touch me without my consent all the time. I can’t leave my house without fans grabbing at me, begging for hugs and selfies, or paps crowding around me, hemming me in with their bodies. Kenta’s not going to do anything until I tell him to, and the thought is making heat burn through me.
I glance back at Glen. “Do you mind?”
“Why would I mind?” He murmurs, an expression I can’t read on his face. “None of my business.”
“I don’t want to cause issues between you by sleeping with you both.”
Kenta laughs. “We’re used to it.”
“Not a lot of girls in the SAS?”
“None. They only started letting women join after we left. But that’s not what I meant.” His eyes drop to my lips. “Glen, Matt and I often share women.”
