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406 pages, Paperback
First published December 11, 2020
“I’m hot and rich, and I have muscles in places you wouldn’t even believe muscles could be,” I said. “I’ll even go down on you in the back of the town car on the way to my place and you don’t have to return the favor.”
“You told everyone I was your date,” I said, pointing to Landry. He nodded, that dopey grin still on his face.
“And you told everyone I was your date,” I repeated, now pointing to Fletcher. Fletcher shrugged.
“And you just hugged him and shouted your love for him for everyone to hear,” I said, returning my attention to Landry.
He looked over at Fletcher. “I’ll shout it again if you want, man,” he said. “I mean it, I really do.” He dragged his gaze back to me. “And I love you, too, Sienna Lawrence. God, you’re gorgeous. Hell, you both are,” he said with a look at Fletcher that made me realize he really did think Fletcher was gorgeous, not in an objective observation kind of way, but in a, Hey, we used to play football together but I’d like to tackle you in a completely different way now kind of way. Interesting.
Fletcher patted Landry’s chest and assured him that proclaiming his love wouldn’t be necessary. And was I wrong but did Fletcher’s pat linger a bit on Landry’s chest? Again interesting, but my mind swiftly returned to a more urgent matter – the fact they’d both said they were my dates. ...
“So let me get this straight,” I said, my voice again shaky. “Everyone in this ballroom thinks that I brought two boyfriends, one drunk with a black eye and the other tattooed with a rude mouth, to my first big corporate event ever.”
The grin on Fletcher’s face made me wish I had punched him when I had the chance. “Don’t you just love being in a polyamorous relationship, babe?” he said as loud as he could, garnering the attention of everyone within ten feet.
And that was a lot of people.
Sienna’s words were like a silk tie around my wrists, wrapped firmly, knotted, and knotted once more. Her words were a belt around each of my ankles, one on each bed post. Her words were a blindfold over my eyes, cutting off my vision so my ragged breath sounded harsher and needier to my own ears. Her words were a cock ring, and with every gasp the pleasure built and built and built. Her words were petite, delicate fingers around my throat, holding me down. And I stayed down not because I couldn’t easily shove aside her thin arms, roll her over, and pin her down beneath my twitching cock. But I stayed down because she wanted me to, because she needed me to. And I wanted to be needed.
Above all else, I wanted to be needed.