I look at him.
“Don’t stay away too long.”
Adrian’s ice is hiding whatever just flickered across his face, and it makes my chest tighten. I’m not sure if this is fear or excitement.
He helps me dress, and I float out of the office on legs that barely function.
I sit in the car for a few minutes, trying to remember how to be human again. My dress is back in place. My hair is a mess. I look thoroughly fucked, which, to be fair, I am.
SHANNON:On my way home. I need you.
ROBERT:How many times did you come?
SHANNON:Once. They denied me until the very end.
ROBERT:Fuck. I’m going to make you come so many times you forget their names.
I notice the black SUV two cars back as I pull out of the casino parking lot. It’s probably nothing. Probably just someone heading in the same direction.
But I tuck that detail into the back of my brain. There’s a lot I’m learning to ignore these days.
Chapter 3
Robert is waiting in the living room with the lights off.
I see him the moment I step through the garage door. He’s on the couch in his sweatpants, shirtless, one arm draped along the back. The only light comes from the hallway behind me, cutting a stripe across the floor. My clutch is heavy in my hand and my ring is still tucked inside it from the drive over. I haven’t wanted to put it back on. Not yet.
His cock is hard. I can see it from here.
“Shannon.” His voice is a low growl that makes my used pussy clench.
“Hi.” The word comes out hoarse. Like someone screamed it out of me, which, to be fair, someone did.
He stands and crosses to me in three strides. His hands cup my face, tilting my chin up. His gray eyes rake over me like he’s cataloging damage — the flush still high on my cheeks, the mascara I know is smudged, the way I’m standing with my thighs pressed together to keep two men’s cum from running down my legs.
“Tell me.”
“Everything?”
“Every fucking thing.” His thumb drags across my bottom lip, and the faintest trace of Adrian lingers on my skin. “Start from when you walked into the office.”
He doesn’t kiss me. Not yet. He takes my hand and leads me to the couch, pulling me between his legs with my back against his chest. His arms wrap around me. His cock presses against the small of my back, and I know this position is on purpose. He wants to hold me while I talk. He wants to feel my body react as I relive it.
“When I went inside, they were both waiting,” I begin. “Tony behind his desk, Adrian by the window.”
Robert’s hands rest on my thighs. He doesn’t move them. Just holds. Anchors me.
“Adrian went first.” My voice drops. “Tony sat in his chair and watched.”
“Watched what?” Robert’s fingers tighten on my thighs.
“Adrian made me undress. Slowly. He wanted to see ‘what he was getting.’” I swallow. “When my dress came off and they saw I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, Tony said I came ready to get fucked.”
“What did Adrian say?”
“That I came hungry to get fucked. That there was a difference.”
Robert groans against my neck. His cock twitches against my back.
