Play With Me(33)

Eve shivered against him.

“What questions do you have?”

“I’m nervous.” Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. His cock throbbed at the sight. Damn, he wanted to take her mouth. Watch her mouth stretch wide as she worked to make him fit. Not the time. Chase steeled himself against his stray thoughts.

Chase licked across the lobe of her ear. “I’d be worried if you weren’t a little afraid. Try to relax. Let us help you.” He bit his way along her jawline until he was inches away from their mouths touching, their breath mingled.

“Come, Eve, come now.”

Her eyes grew wide and her pert mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. Her body shuddered and jerked against him, every muscle spasming with her release.

Murphy moaned and moved to lap at her slit. When Eve would have jackknifed forward from the extreme pleasure, Chase held her down and made her ride it out while restrained. As much as he wanted to f*ck her again, he’d make himself wait until tomorrow night. The buildup from need and anticipation would serve his purposes well.

Spent, Eve collapsed against his chest. Murphy dislodged his fingers and smiled wickedly when he brought three soaking-wet fingers to his mouth. Oh yes, their little submissive wouldn’t live in denial much longer.

Chase brushed the wet hair from her face and lifted her gently. “Murphy is going to take you home tonight. Tomorrow is Saturday and I expect you to get some rest. Drink lots of fluids as well. At midnight, we will pick you up. You can wear whatever you like because you won’t need it for long. Until then, everything else will be a surprise.”

Chase turned her at an angle and cupped her cheek. “Do you understand my instructions?”

“I can’t help but think—”

He gripped her tighter. “That’s your problem right now. You think too much when all you really need to do is obey. Trust us to take care of you.”

Eve nodded.

“Good, now turn around and give me a proper kiss good-bye.”





Chapter Twelve




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Eve rushed around her apartment cleaning up the mess she’d made trying to get ready. She’d indulged in every girly ritual she could think of to keep her mind off the nerves. Of course none of that worked. But at least she looked good. She’d fluffed, colored, primped, and even removed every strand of hair from her private parts. That had been the coolest part. Without hair covering her skin, everything seemed more sensitive.

She hadn’t thought to ask if they would mind, but considering every single model she’d ever witnessed had no body hair, she suspected it was one of those expected things.

Since they’d given her complete freedom to wear what she wanted, she’d opted for a simple summer dress. It was light and airy and left her completely accessible. She’d given so much thought to every word Chase had spoken and still couldn’t quite reconcile what they wanted with what she wanted. Sure the sexual aspect of it thrilled her, but anything beyond that seemed frightening—restrictive.


Fortunately, Chase had not mentioned anything beyond another photo project, so she’d taken him at his word and talked herself down every time her mind wandered to something bigger. Looking for anything more was the sure path to a broken heart. Something she’d had enough of.

The knock on the door announced their arrival. Eve threw the last of her rejected clothing into the closet and slammed the door. Just so long as no one looked in there, nothing would be out of place.

Eve yanked open the door and grinned at the sight of Murphy and Chase lingering in her doorway. Both men wore snug jeans that rode low on their hips, but that was where the similarities stopped. Chase had chosen a black T-shirt that did little to hide the defined muscles she now knew resided under his shirt. Murphy, on the other hand, had gone with a royal blue button-down. Already her fingers itched to help him out of it. Eve knew this was the moment to sink or swim. Go for it and deal with the broken heart later when it was over, or back out and always wonder what could have been.

She already knew she was going for it.

They continued to stare at each other for long, charged moments before Eve spoke. “Would you like to come in?” She stepped back and waited for them to enter.

They walked in, filling the space around her. Murphy cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers for a quick kiss. “Nice place. Did you do all this yourself?” He motioned around her apartment.

“Yes, it’s pretty much the only way I could stand to stay here. Surrounding myself with pretty things helped a lot.”

“You don’t like it here?”

“I like the building. It has good bones.” Luckily they didn’t press her further.

Chase and Murphy both nodded. “Are you ready to go?”

“Where are we going?” She wasn’t sure what they were up to since she’d thought they would stay here.

“Now what would be the fun in telling you in advance?” Murphy shot her a wicked grin.

Both men crowded around her. Chase in the front and Murphy in the back. With them this close in proximity, her nipples tightened and the brush of fabric across them made her gasp.

“I brought something for you to wear.” Chase handed her a black blindfold. The silk cloth fell into her hand, caressing the skin with cool fabric.

“Hold it up over your eyes, sweetheart,” Murphy whispered from behind her. “I’ll tie it for you.”