“And so is the President,” Damon whispers, and I fight to keep my goddamn eyes open, my heart racing with anticipation. He arches over, breath warm againstmy skin as he adds, “Do you want us to fuck you with our fingers, mami? Do you want to come in front of this nation's commander in chief?”
I nod, clutching onto a fork, hoping to siphon off some corrupt energy.
Quin clicks his tongue, shaking his head, his expression blazing with lust and debauchery. “You are a very bad girl, Emery Jones. So very naughty.”
“Please…” It doesn’t come out as a word but as a sound. A desperate pathetic plea for more. More touching. More teasing. More torment. “More.”
“More what?” Damon asks, and I expel a sharp gasp as he plunges a finger inside of me. “This? Is this what you want, baby girl?”
“Mhmm…” I whimper out a soft moan as Quin finds my clit, massaging it with expert pressure. “Fuck…”
As they continue to bring me to new levels of bliss, my eyes glaze over, and I sink into the pleasure, unable to focus on anything other than their touch. They work in tandem, each man giving me exactly what I need. I surrender to the rhythm, to the intoxicating cadence of their skilled hands. Every touch, every flick sends ripples of ecstasy through me.
“Damon… Quinton… It’s nice to see you both again. Miss Jones?”
My mind becomes a haze of euphoria, the world around me fading into the background. Time slows down, and I revel in their attentiveness, their desire to make me feel so good, so damn happy.
“Mmm…”
“Miss Jones…? Earth to Emery?”
Wait…
Is that…?
My blissful haze shatters like glass as Amir Hadid's voice slices through the air, snapping me back to reality. To the table. The public fucking table.
Oh my God...
My eyes widen with shocked surprise as I finally notice him hovering at the foot of the table, a knowing grin playing on his lips.
This is not happening right now. This must be a damn dream. I draw in a sharp, tense breath, the atmosphere in the room shifting as Amir continues to grin down at me.
Not a dream. A nightmare.
Damon and Quin both stiffen beside me, their hands retreating as I swat at their wrists, frazzled, trying to gather my wits as I stumble over my words. "H-Hello, Mr. Hadid. What... What are you doing here?"
Amir's gaze flickers between Damon, Quin, and me, his expression unreadable. His smile holds a glint of amusement which makes my heart beat even faster. Does he know? Did he…see something? Can he sense it? My pulse flares as I attempt to rein the budding anxiety.
“Why, I’m here to support the President’s re-election campaign, of course," he drawls in a smooth, controlled tone. "I saw you…entertaining yourselvesfrom my table and couldn’t resist coming over to say hello.”
Oh, he saw. He knows. How embarrassing.
My cheeks flush, and I know I must look like a damn tomato right now. I glance nervously at Damon and Quin. We need to be way more careful. It's one thing to push boundaries, but I’d rather not have my new fucking boss privy to our relationship. Despite the fact Amirownsall the Club Hades, I’d prefer to keep some things private. We work together for God’s sake. This can’t be good. Not at all.
Damon's jaw tightens, and Quin shoots Amir a cold glare, a mix of wariness and defiance. Definitely not good. We need to rein ourselves in.Allthe way in.
“Maybe you should keep your lingering eyes on yourowndate, Hadid,” Damon grunts.
"Oh, Damon,” Amir chuckles, his grin widening. "Always so feisty. I’m glad some things never change. " He glances at me. “You should be more careful, Miss Jones. You’re not assubtleas you think you are.”
I swallow hard, Amir’sadviceacting like a damn knife in my belly. Damn it. Quin shoots me an apologetic glance while Damon remains stoic, his gaze never leaving Amir.
I make a mental note to discuss the importance of discretion with my two animals. I’ll need to have a conversation with myself as well. I am equally as guilty. But God…it’s so hard to say no to them. Nor do I really want to. At this point, my pride is a puddle.
Amir expels a low laugh when none of us say a word. “Tough crowd tonight.”
“You’ve said yourhello, so why don’t you go back to your table now?” Damon snarls. “Your date lookslonely. Wouldn’t want to waste precious minutes with us. She’s on the clock, isn’t she?”
