They stood in the center of the room. The young bartender she’d hired more for his discretion and open-mindedness than his drink-mixing capabilities was slowly polishing a glass, but watching her. One by one, as more of her skin was revealed, heads turned their way.
Jacob pushed the corset down, taking her skirt with it, until the clothing pooled around her feet and she stood naked in front of the crowd. She closed her eyes, but she could feel gazes flicking over her as she stood there in nothing but a thong.
“I wish the stage was in here,” he murmured. “You should always be the center of attention.”
She said the only words she could manage. “This isn’t like you.”
Rough hands ran over her ass, petting her and parting her, stroking her flesh. “I’m just learning who I am, but I think this is exactly like me.”
“So you’ll what? Have sex in front of a crowd? I may not set myself up as the main attraction, but I’ve done it before. Have you?”
“No.” His face rubbed against her hair, as if he were trying to absorb her through his skin. “But I think it should be fine. I’d be self-conscious, but I’ve been told I have a first-class ass.”
The tug of lusty humor was frightening. A Jacob ready to embrace her desires wholeheartedly was a dangerous Jacob. She’d never recover when he slipped out of her grasp.
“Besides. These are your people. They’re safe. Right?”
She inhaled, her resistance wearing thin. “Yes. They’re safe.”
His palms shaped her hips and stroked over her breasts, lifting them as if offering them to the crowd. “Should we let them have a taste?”
Debauch him. Stain his soul.Her greatest dream. All hers for the taking. Her fragile wall of resistance crumbled. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave a helpless nod.
“Too bad,” he said. “There are too many of them, and I don’t want to wait that long.”
“So pick a couple,” she whispered, seduced by him and the sexuality thick in the air.
He paused, and she realized for all his posturing, he was still a newbie at this. She waved her hand at the men sitting on the closest sofa. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the grin that split Remy’s face as he grabbed his friend Ty’s hand and strode toward them.
Jacob’s chest touched her naked back, fine cotton brushing against her shoulder blades. “What do you want them to do?”
“I thought you were in charge,” she said archly.
She felt him smile. “Why can’t we both be in charge? Division of power.”
Share the power? She shared a lot of things, but power wasn’t one of them. Being top dog was easy.
Sharing was…uncharted territory. Scary. But so tempting, she couldn’t resist playing with fire. She stretched her hand up behind her, scratching her fingernails over his cheek. “I want to be stuffed full, every inch of me filled with cock,” she murmured. “There. That’s my command. Now you decide how to get us there.”
His exhalation ended in a groan. “I think I can do that.” He gripped her neck. “On your knees.”
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, she wanted his quiet, stern, powerful voice. The voice she had fantasized over for years, the one that made her wonder if he’d play naughty professor or conquering knight with her.
She gave in to the pressure on her neck and sank to her knees. Whispers and rustles came from their audience, which was growing, murmurs of her participation spreading through the other rooms.
Jacob knelt next to her, beckoning Ty and Remy closer, until they were standing near enough for her to touch. He smoothed a strand of her hair away and pressed a tender kiss on her cheek. “Take out their cocks.”
A month ago, she couldn’t have imagined Jacob knowing what a cock was, let alone saying the word. Dear Lord, he had changed.
Or maybe he had stayed the same. Her perception had changed.
With shaking hands, she undid Remy’s pants first, pulling out his erection and stroking it until he hissed a curse. He was already hard, but that was no surprise. The man was always ready to go. It was part of what made him so in demand in his profession.
“Now the other one.”
He was objectifying the two men, turning them into tools for her pleasure. Tools he could direct.
Desire made her lightheaded. How had such a relatively inexperienced man looked inside her and pinpointed her favorite fantasy?
