Page 73 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

Glaring at him, I finally respond. “Yes, Lucian. I masturbated.”

Behind me, Caleb exhales.

Lucian studies me with the unnerving concentration he gives everything, as if the answer itself isn’t enough. “After destroying the cameras.”

“Yes.”

“Knowing we wanted to watch.”

At this point, I don’t answer. It’s pointless when they already know.

Then, very quietly, he asks, “What were you thinking about?”

Every bit of air leaves my lungs.

Caleb moves closer, and I squirm.

“Nothing at all.”

“Ah. I see. So that’s why your face just turned a particular shade of pink.”

The damn man missing nothing.

His expression is perfectly serious, but his dark eyes have changed. There’s heat in them now, making my stomach flutter.

When I say nothing, he tips his head. “Were you thinking about the Retreat?”

“We’re curious, Sophie.” Caleb moves to stand next to Lucian. Like his partner, his gaze is focused completely on me, missing nothing. “You were thinking about us.”

I can’t resist both of them.

“Yes.”

Lucian studies me, his smile slow and devastating. “And when you touched yourself, imagining us, did you come?”

My entire body ignites, but I can’t find my voice.

“Did you?”

I stare into those midnight-blue eyes.

“Yes.”

Lucian brushes the backs of his fingers along my cheek. “It sounds as if you denied us quite a show.”

I came…hard. Harder than I ever have.

“I think there’s only one way to make this right.”

A spanking, no doubt.

“You’ll repeat the performance.”

My mouth falls open.

Both men take their seats in the dark leather chairs that face me. Then Lucian settles one ankle over his knee. “Show us everything you did to yourself, every way you touched yourself.”

I gasp. “I can’t…” This is a hundred times worse than a spanking. Maybe a thousand times worse.