Play With Me(28)

He released her face, and she dropped her chin to hide her disappointment. How he got to her so easily amazed her. Or maybe it was simply the fact it had been so damn long since she’d been in any kind of relationship.


Even a sexual one.

And she had no doubt Chase and Murphy wanted nothing more than to live out a few fantasies, have a good time, get some great pictures, and then move on. When the door closed behind Murphy, the noise roused her from her thoughts. She leaped from the bed to scavenge her clothing. Focused on her task, she almost missed the mirror directly in front of her.

Her appearance froze her in place. The woman staring back at her barely resembled the woman she’d been at six a.m. this morning when she’d paced her bedroom, deciding on the perfect outfit.

The makeup was gone, the hair went every which way, and the marks scattered across her body were all signs of a well-used woman. A serene warmth spread from her belly to every region of her body. For the first time in quite a while, she saw what they saw in the mirror—a sexual being capable of many sexual and loving things. Not just a caregiver to her sick family. Or the landlady of a crumbling building.

Here, with Chase and Murphy, she’d been transformed into so much more. It gave her hope for the future no matter where it led her. If they wanted to spend more time with her and teach her about the lifestyle they loved, as well as delve into her fantasies a little deeper, she’d say yes. Her brain told her it was the worst mistake she could make, getting attached to these two men. But her body screamed hell yeah, and the need they’d unfurled wasn’t ready to be tucked away quite yet.

Eve scooped her clothes from the floor and began to get dressed. She’d have liked to admire the marks they’d left on her body a bit longer, but there’d be time for that tonight when she went home. She feared once she was alone again the events of the day would come crashing down. Eventually she’d have to deal with the small twinge of guilt making her feel uncomfortable.

Two men. God, she wasn’t a f*cking prude by any stretch of the imagination, and a ménage with Chase and Murphy had starred in many a secret fantasy when she took the time to indulge in getting herself off, but now it wasn’t just a dream any longer. She’d actually done it. Did that make her a deviant now? Or worse?

Eve fastened the last of the buttons and swiped her hand through her messy hair. She leaned into the mirror and looked closer. What kind of woman took two men to bed? Apparently her kind.

She fought the mess her hair had become, tamping down the guilt. She had nothing to feel bad about. They were all consenting adults with specific needs. Just because she wanted to be restrained so badly she ached didn’t make her a freak.

Surprisingly she enjoyed working here. It had become a fun place to escape to as well as make the money she desperately needed to keep things afloat.

“You’re stalling.” She spoke to herself in the mirror. She’d indulged in her own thoughts long enough. Chase and Murphy had a proposal for her, and above the layer of fear of getting too close, lay the hope that the more she experienced, the more she’d be able to cope on her own in the future.

Eve straightened her spine and thrust out her breasts in a show of defiance. She could definitely do this. On that positive thought, she strode from the room with only a brief wistful glance at the bed she’d just shared with Chase and Murphy.

God help her if she was making a huge mistake and walking into something she couldn’t handle.

*

Eve stood in the doorway and studied Chase. With his head bent over the computer screen, she couldn’t tell what he was looking at, but she guessed it would be the photos he’d just taken. At least he’d said he was anxious to look at them.

As usual his thick brown hair seemed to go in every direction. Whenever he was stressed or even simply thinking hard about something, he’d tunnel those strong fingers of his through the strands and generally make a mess. It served as the only true way to be sure he was getting carried away with his work. The man had the clear and calm look on his face so down pat he could fool just about anyone.

With one hand he worked the mouse, and with the other he scribbled notes on a piece of paper. She’d always thought him being left-handed made his work like this a lot easier. He clicked through pictures so fast she barely caught flashes of red as he went through them. She guessed he was looking at the pictures of her on the bed.

Loath to interrupt, she waited as long as she could stand it. But the need to see the pictures called out to her as well. She’d never been particularly fond of getting her photo taken, but somehow she’d known Chase would capture something entirely different. And if what they kept stating was true and they truly liked her body the way it was, flaws and all, she trusted Chase had once again captured her perfectly.

“Did they turn out okay?”

Chase minimized whatever he’d been working on and slowly swiveled in his chair. The look in his eyes took her breath away. The hard planes of his face stood out strong, and his lips were compressed in a near frown, but if the eyes were the window to the soul, then Chase was the big bad wolf and he wanted to eat her.

“They are perfect.” He pushed back from the desk and stood. Immediately Eve’s gaze was drawn to the bulge straining at his crotch. Heat suffused her face at the fact her pictures had turned him on. This was very cool indeed. “Come here. I’ll show you.”

He held out his hand for her, and she moved forward. The second she placed her hand in his, he jerked her forward and into his arms. Eve lost her balance, but Chase caught her effortlessly. Crushed against the heat of his chest, she had the overwhelming urge to burrow in.