Play With Me(17)

“What do you think?”

Murphy launched himself from the sofa and crossed the room. He peered over Chase’s shoulder and absorbed the last photo he’d taken. Now emblazoned with the word slut.

“Perfect. It suits her to a tee.” The approval in Murphy’s voice was unmistakable. No wonder they did everything so well together. They’d discovered long ago that they were two sides of the same coin. And in this day and age it was all about balance.

“Did you already set up the studio?”


“You know I did.”

“Now she just needs to show up.” The both glanced at the clock, and Chase frowned. She was already twenty minutes late.





Chapter Seven




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On Chase’s last words, Eve slipped around the corner and leaned heavily on the wall. Her heart raced and heat suffused her cheeks, not to mention all the other areas of her body. After a night of very little sleep, worrying over every little thing she’d done wrong, she’d planned to march right into his office and tell him no more.

Instead she’d overheard Murphy and him having a conversation. Curious, she’d hovered near the door and listened to every word. Every emotion she could think of had slammed through her during the course of the two men talking. She’d been so wrong.

They both wanted her as fiercely as she wanted them. Although from the sound of it, they had pretty high expectations of her. Expectations she wasn’t confident she could fulfill. For two years every minute of her life had been about someone else, and she’d somehow lost the ability to let it go. To relax and go with the flow. Instead, all she thought about were responsibilities. The work that never ended and the to-do list never more than a few feet from her side.

Even she knew how obsessive that sounded.

Still, every second she stood there her nipples grew tighter and the pulsing in her clit became insistent. Their voices had sounded so excited as they talked about pictures that she was dying to see.

But first she needed to stop thinking about touching herself and make an appearance. She could only imagine what Chase might cook up to punish her tardiness. And after what she’d overheard, she was certain it would be something.

Eve lifted from the wall and rose to her full height. Much more than normal thanks to the heels she wore. The red sandals she’d worn today matched the color of her hair exactly, as well as the bra and panty set she’d chosen. God, she loved her shoes and underwear. She might have to admit one day they’d become quite a fetish for her.

She moved toward Chase’s office, this time making sure her heels made as much noise as possible. By the time she turned into the doorway, both men stood glaring in her direction.

“You’re late.” This time the impatience came from Murphy, which startled her. He’d never seemed to care about rules and such.

“Traffic,” she lied.

For a few seconds no one said a word, and Eve held her breath. They probably knew she had lied, but she wasn’t about to tell them she’d overhead them discussing her. They’d just have to accept her excuse or punish her as they saw fit.

“Looks like today is going to be very interesting, wouldn’t you say, Murphy?”

“Looks like it.” Murphy reached her in two strides and whispered at her ear, “Did you sleep well, darlin’?”

“Not really.” She tried to steady her voice and failed. Having him so close, his warm breath caressed her skin, pebbled her nipples, and short-circuited her brain. God, what would it take to get them to finally have mercy on her?

Simply standing in this room, with Murphy’s tall, broad presence almost wrapped around her and Chase watching closely, did something to her feminine core. Her insides melted and the last of the uncertainty and anger she’d dealt with through the night faded away.

“Well, I have a hunch that you’re going to get everything you want and then some today. You ready to be a good little girl and pose for Chase’s camera?”

She nodded. Butterflies erupted at the thought of more of what they’d given her yesterday. Already she ached to have her arms bound, to be in a position of total reliance on these two virile men.

“Well then, pretty lady, let’s you and I head to the studio and get ready. I think Chase mentioned he had some more work to do here.”

She glanced at Chase and almost laughed out loud at the way he glared at Murphy. If she hadn’t known better, she might have read something more into that. But she knew this was a job. An incredibly sexy, screw-me-to-the-wall-when-we’re-done kind of job, but still a job.

Murphy grabbed her hand and led her from the room and away from Chase.

“I haven’t checked any of the messages that came in yesterday. Shouldn’t I do some of that first?” She prayed he’d say no. The thought of trying to sit at her desk, going about business as usual sounded like the worst possible scenario for her day.

Rope. She wanted to feel Murphy’s rough hands sliding across her flesh as he tied her up and had his way with her. Eve swallowed back the groan that would have given her away.

“Nope. Already taken care of. We asked the answering service to field all the calls for a couple of days. So you have nothing to worry about but doing the best you can for the last of these photos. In fact, I should have had Chase show you a couple from yesterday.” He held open the door of the studio for her, and she passed underneath his arm. “I think you’ll like them. Chase and I think they’re incredible.”