Oh God! How could she possibly refuse?
“It’s just that…” she started to say again.
It’s just that…what?
What valid excuse did she have to decline when, deep down, she really wanted to do it? Her clit tingled with the mental image of Eric’s cock thrusting deep into her. And if the other men looked anything like him—how could they not if they were an acrobatic trio with their own show in Vegas?—she was pretty certain she’d be so turned-on, it’d be easy for one of them to slide a cock into what Yvette had aptly referred to as her tight, high-society ass.
Her nipples pulled tight again, making her deliciously uncomfortable. Annabelle could see herself so vividly in her mind’s eye, being fucked by two men while she sucked another one’s cock.
She wanted it. Craved it.
A titillating thrill shot through her, stealing her breath. This was the liberation she needed to free herself from her stuffy existence—to free herself from the past. To jumpstart her new life!
The jolt deep in her wet cunt was just the wake-up call she needed. Further prodding on Finn or Eric or Yvette’s part was no longer necessary.
Excitement danced along her spine as Annabelle smiled up at both men and said, “Okay. I’ll do it.”
* * * * *
Finn had a packet of paperwork for her to read and sign, which Annabelle dropped on the desk in her Times Square hotel suite. Behind her, Eric closed the door and stepped close to her, his warm eyes and sexy grin igniting her insides all over again.
He was the primary reason she’d agreed to do the body art scene. After she’d said yes, Finn had ordered a bottle of champagne that Annabelle was certain wasn’t on the “free” cocktail menu that came with the lofty cover charge. She’d enjoyed a glass with Eric before he’d whisked her onto the dance floor again.
Around four in the morning, when the club closed, he’d slid an arm around her waist, pulled her against his side and whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She couldn’t resist, couldn’t find a single reason to say no. She wanted him and she decided to have him.
Now, as they stood in the middle of her hotel suite, she felt exhilaration and anticipation build inside her. Excitement shimmied down her spine, making her tingle all over.
She gazed up at the sexiest man she’d ever known and asked, “Nightcap?”
Clearly her nerves were getting the best of her. Eric was not in her hotel suite for a drink. He’d been perfectly forthcoming with his intentions and she hadn’t balked at the time. Why go all Catholic schoolgirl on him now?
Eric shook his head at her offer, the corner of his mouth lifting in a suggestive grin. “I’m not interested in liquor, Annabelle. I’m interested in you.”
Again with his blatant intentions! Now was the time to shut up and go with the flow. Though she naturally tensed as he pulled her to him. But when his arms slipped around her waist and he held her tight, she realized the tension wasn’t due to hesitation or doubt on her part. It was strictly the result of the overwhelming response her body had to his.
Her breathing quickened as he gazed hungrily at her. This was so much more thrilling than she’d imagined. A gorgeous, successful man wanted her. What a huge ego boost for her and a shot in the arm for her libido!
“You’re incredibly sexy,” he whispered, further building her confidence. His head dipped and his lips hovered over hers, tempting her, making her crave his touch. “So provocative,” he continued. “Exciting.”
Annabelle’s eyelids fluttered closed. “Kiss me,” she murmured. “Please.”
“I’ve wanted to since the moment you turned in my arms on the dance floor.”
His mouth covered hers and Annabelle felt the fire flare inside her. A five-alarm rager that made her instantly hot and restless. She squirmed in Eric’s embrace, her body responding on levels she’d never before experienced.
When her lips parted for him, his tongue thrust inside her mouth, tangling with hers. A moan lodged in her throat. Annabelle’s arms circled his neck as she leaned into him, her body melding to his. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest, her nipples hardening. One of his hands left her waist and swept over her backside. He squeezed a cheek, exciting her as well as pressing her more firmly against him. His erection nestled against her belly and it thrilled Annabelle to know she’d turned him on so quickly. With just a kiss.
Dragging his mouth away from hers, he said, “I want you naked, Annabelle. I want to touch and taste you. Feel your skin against mine.”
No man had ever said such words to her. Coming from Eric, they were as titillating as his kiss.
She said, “I want that too.”
He let out another low groan. His hands shifted to the zipper on the back of her dress and he slid it slowly down the track, then peeled the material over her shoulders and down her arms, letting the dress drop to the floor. His emerald gaze darkened under the dim lighting in the room. He stared at her, his jaw clenching briefly.
“You are so beautiful.”