Probably my dignity, but who’s counting?
Ten minutes later, Tony calls back from a blocked number.
“Shannon.” The way he says my name makes my nipples harden. “I was wondering when you’d call.”
Cocky bastard.
“I didn’t say I was coming back.”
“Your voice says otherwise. And I have a proposition from Adrian.”
The debt fiction is still alive and well. Tony still believes I’m some desperate housewife who wandered into his casino and couldn’t cover her losses. He has no idea I could write a check for the whole place and not notice.
“Do I get to know what the proposition is?”
“It’s the kind that involves two of your holes stuffed at once.”
My brain short-circuits. Two holes. Simultaneously. I’m trying to work out the logistics in my head, who goes where, what angle, but my body is way ahead of my brain. I’m already wet and it’s already saying yes. There’s a split second ofcan I even do that?before my pussy votes yes with a clench that feels like a standing ovation.
There’s a smile in his voice. “Don’t make us wait too long. Adrian is eager.”
Adrian is eager.
Three words. My pussy does a victory lap. Robert is going to lose his mind when I tell him.
“I’ll think about it.”
Tony laughs. “You do that. Friday night at 8. My office. And Shannon?”
“Yes?”
“Wear something easy to remove.”
The line goes dead.
Holy fuck. Am I really going to do this?
My clit throbs, and my inner muscles clench. My pussy is making executive decisions without consulting me.
Yeah. I am.
When Robert gets home, I’m perched on the bedroom armchair, one leg bouncing, skin practically humming. I’ve changed outfits twice and I can’t stop biting my lip.
He pulls off his shirt as he comes in and grins at me. “You have that look.”
“I talked to Tony.”
Robert pauses with his hand in the waistband of his sweatpants. “And?”
“Friday night. Both of them.” Our gazes lock. “Together.”
He groans, and the idea is obviously one he likes. “What did you say?”
“That I’d think about it.” I stand and cross to him. “But I already know my answer. I just had to talk to you first.”
His hands find my waist. “What’s your answer?”
“Yes.” I press against him, and the hard ridge of his cock grinds against my belly. “I want them both at the same time.”
