Page 47 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

His approval slides through me, and I hate that I don’t hate it.

“Now lift your dress.”

My mouth falls open a little. He can’t mean that.

Caleb nods. “Do it, Sophie.”

Embarrassment floods every inch of me.

Despising their control over me, I reach for my hem.

My hands tremble as I pull it up to my hips.

Cool air kisses my bare legs, sending goose bumps over my skin.

“Turn around.” Caleb’s command is gentle but firm. “Show us your rear. Then bend over.”

Heat explodes across my face, but I hesitatingly obey, turning slowly.

Then I’m grateful to have my back to them.

Trying to detach, I bend at the waist. The position leaves me exposed, utterly on display.

“Beautiful,” Lucian approves. “Now face us again.”

When I turn back, their reactions hit me like a physical force. Both are visibly hard, the thick outlines of their cocks pressing against the fine fabric of their trousers, their eyes dark with hunger.

My breathing becomes more thready as awareness battles mortification.

“Now show us one of your breasts,” Lucian murmurs. “You may keep your bra on.”

They delight in keeping me confused as they stay one step ahead of me in a game I never agreed to play.

I fumble with the neckline of my dress, tugging it aside along with the cup of my bra until one breast spills free.

I look at the ceiling.

“At some point you will have to be naked with us. Comfortable, even. You can continue to dread this moment, and the anticipation will be worse the longer you put it off.” He pauses, letting his words settle. Then he softly adds, “Surely you’ve counseled clients to rip off the bandage.”

The reminder of my own professional advice is unwelcome.

Yet there is some merit to it.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I cup the bare curve, lifting a little, the way Caleb had last night.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” His voice is both soft, but rough. “I didn’t get to see your reactions last night.”

Where will their humiliation end?

When I follow his command, the heat in his gaze pins me in place.

Caleb leans forward slightly. “Stroke it gently.”

I circle the nipple, featherlight, and a helpless shiver races through me, my breath catching.

“Now roll it.”

I realize he’s repeating the sequence from the alcove.