Page 74 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

“Last night,” he continues, “when you were pleasuring yourself, were you wondering about our reactions to watching you?”

Every nerve ending in my body starts to wake up. Going to the Retreat changed me entirely, made me a more curious, bolder version of myself.

“I can guarantee you that we would have enjoyed every moment.”

This is too embarrassing, and I’m tempted to end it with a safe word.

Caleb’s gaze briefly drops to my breasts, then returns to my face.

Heat floods me as I recall the way his hands felt on my nipples when he touched me in the past, the way he knows how to torment me so exquisitely.

“Show us everything,” Lucian commands.

Still, I hesitate.

“You can do this, Sophie.”

Where Lucian is relentless, Caleb is more encouraging.

Unable to believe I’m actually doing this, I move a hand to the hem of my shirt.

Caleb’s jaw tightens.

Lucian drops his foot to the floor.

The tiny reactions send an unexpected rush of power through me.

These men want me.

After exhaling a shaky breath, I pull the shirt over my head.

Caleb inhales sharply, and the sound thrills me.

I’m wearing a simple white bra, nothing remotely seductive, but the way they look at me makes me feel as if I’m wrapped in silk and diamonds.

“Beautiful.”

His voice is full of approval, giving me courage.

I take off my bra. Then after removing my shoes, I hook my thumbs beneath the waistband of my leggings.

Then courage vanishes, making me hesitate.

Lucian’s gaze meets mine. “You’re doing well.”

Who is this man?

Before I can change my mind again, I push my leggings down, then my panties.

When I straighten, I’m completely naked for them.

Caleb’s hands are curled into a fist against his thigh. And Lucian looks almost frighteningly still.

Their reactions make my pulse race.

“What did you do next? Did you lie down?”

“Yes.” My voice is the softest whisper.