Mr. Parker bares his teeth and I understand why Doc’s being so rude. Mr. Parker finds Eli treating me kindly hilarious because he doesn’t think I’m worth anything. But Doc drooling all over me is still insulting because he never got to touch me.
I giggle. “Yes, Mr. Valente.”
Doc sucks air between his teeth. “Keep calling me that and I’ll lay you out in front of everyone in this conference room.”
“The two of you can stop whenever you like,” Eli says, but lazily, like a substitute teacher who doesn’t care if you’re paying attention or not.
“Ah, Morelli, don’t act like you don’t watch.” Doc licks along my neck. “I think I should fuck her just to pass the time.”
He grabs my breasts through the tiny panel covering them. The sensation is so shocking, sosexual,I let out a squeal.
Doc massages me, squeezing me through the silk. “Mmm, these are fucking fantastic. You ever touch January’s tits, Zach?”
Mr. Parker’s men look uncomfortable, but Mr. Bianchi is just staring at his phone. Maybe he’s done dozens of negotiations like this and doesn’t care anymore.
“Of course, you didn’t,” Doc says. “Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret. If you suck her nipples while you’re hitting it juuuust right, she squirts everywhere.”
I duck my head. I’ve only done it a few times. Squirted. The last time, Adriano was inside me and Doc was watching, and I was worried they’d be disgusted, but both of them acted like they won a billion dollars.
Mr. Parker’s eyes narrow. “So, she’s a fucking whore.”
“You’re damn right she is,” Doc says breezily. “She wants dick twenty times a day. She’s draining the life out of all of us.”
Now every man in the room except Mr. Bianchi is staring at me, many of them slack mouthed. I lift my chin, inviting them to stare. I’m January Whitehall and I’m precious to the men who want me. Doc rubs his thumbs over my nipples, making them peak through my dress. “Thirty million dollars for this perfect little fuckdoll. She’s worth every penny, isn’t she, Morelli?”
Eli drains his scotch. “I’d have paid double.”
Mr. Bianchi finally looks up from his phone. “Don’t say that before the contract’s signed, Elliot.”
Eli gives a dry laugh.
“It wouldn’t matter if it was double,” Doc says, his indigo eyes on mine. “With what we pull in, we were always gonna pay for her. Wrap her up in lace and jewels and keep her as a plaything. Any straight man who looks at her’ll understand. She’s a fucking treasure.” He looks across at Parker. “And that’s what everyone’ll think, isn’t it? Not that Parker gave up January Whitehall so she could fail out of Columbia University. That better men stole her and kept her for themselves.”
I know Doc took it too far the instant the words leave his mouth.
‘Porca misera,’ groans Eli as Mr. Parker jumps to his feet. “Say that again!”
Mr. Bianchi looks up from his phone. “Parker, sit. Mr. Valente, I must object.”
Doc rolls his eyes. “Fine.”
Mr. Bianchi returns to his phone. Mr. Parker lowers himself back into his seat as big red spots appear on his cheeks. “Always running your cheap mouth, aren’t you, Dom?”
“Sorry,” Doc says, tugging my nipple. “January’s body makes me forget things.”
I arch into his touch, closing my eyes as though it’s bringing me to ecstasy. Truthfully, it is. I don’t know what kind of woman the boys have unlocked in me, but I’m soaking my black thong. All these men looking at me as Doc expertly manipulates my body…
Doc gathers a fistful of the chains connected to my silver collar and pulls my face closer to his. “Honey, tell all these nice men you love getting railed by all four of us.”
“I love sleeping with you,” I say huskily. “It’s the most fun I’ve ever had.”
Doc kisses me hard. It reminds me of our first kiss, him in a priest robe, me in my wedding dress. He licks inside my mouth, and I can’t help but moan.
When we pull apart, Mr. Parker’s face is brick red and Bobby and Eli are grinning. Even Adriano looks amused.
“Hurry up,” Mr. Parker roars at his lawyer.
The guy twitches and the ruler goes flying out of his hand.
