Play With Me(43)

Today she’d returned to work. As much as she’d enjoyed the modeling, it wasn’t what she wanted to do full-time. They’d agreed that her talents were more useful to them in other ways, plus they’d gotten greedy over whom they allowed to see her pictures. The pictures they’d taken in the park had been unbelievable.

Chase’s talent captured every moment of her breaking down exquisitely, and she’d agreed with them that they were far too personal to share with the world. Save for a few.

One of the shots of Murphy with a knife at her throat had been so good, she’d encouraged Chase to use it in an upcoming show she’d decided to host for them.

When Chase had pointed out how close her building was to the arts district and many of the local art galleries, she’d gotten an immediate idea. Why not renovate the building using her favorite shabby chic style and create a gallery on the first floor, a studio on the second, and a few select and very expensive living apartments on the third?

All of which had led to today’s photo shoot. Chase had suggested the place needed to include pinup artwork, an idea she’d embraced. Until he’d insisted she be the focus. Old insecurities flared their ugly heads, something she’d spent the last eight hours tamping down.


Murphy had hired an assistant for the day to take care of the clothing and makeup, and even brought in Jennifer as a second model. Eve stood transfixed in front of the mirror. Even after seeing herself made-up several times now, she was still amazed by the transformation. She really did look like a ’50s pinup girl.

Her hair had been pinned into a sleek and slightly poofy old-fashioned do, and her makeup applied thick and colorful. Eve rubbed her hands down the fine bones of the striped and fringed corset. She’d fallen in love with it at first sight and already planned to buy one as soon as she got to her computer.

The long pencil skirt seemed demure, but atop black fishnet stockings and patent leather platform heels, it screamed sexy kitten. To top off the look, they’d applied temporary tattoo sleeves to both her arms. She’d always been curious about ink, and she liked the edgy look it added to the ensemble. So much so that she considered asking Chase and Murphy if she could get a real tattoo.

“They’re asking for you, darlin’.” Jennifer walked into the room and collapsed into the makeup chair. “I’m beat.”

Eve didn’t blame her. They’d both been here since early this morning, and Chase and Murphy had used them well. After today she figured they must have gone easy on her before.

“The pictures are going to be awesome, though. I can’t wait to see the new gallery.” Jennifer reached for her stilettos and removed them. Immediately she began massaging her feet.

“It’s still going to be a while. We’ve barely begun the design stage. Next week I have to start interviewing contractors.”

“Ooh, hunky guys in work boots. Can I come watch?”

Eve laughed. “Like you need any more men clamoring after you. You probably have to beat them off.”

A flash of sadness clouded Jennifer’s eyes for a split second before she grinned back. “You’d be surprised. You’d better get out there before they come looking for you. Those two men do not like to be kept waiting.” Jennifer winked.

“Yeah, I’m beginning to learn that. I’ll talk to you later.” Eve left the dressing room with an odd twinge in her stomach. For a second there she could have sworn Jennifer looked…unhappy.

Quietly she opened the door to the studio, tiptoeing on her toes to keep the noise down. If Chase was in the middle of something, she didn’t want to disturb him with her heels clacking on the wood floor.

Whatever he was doing, it required soft lighting, because all of the lights were turned out except for the soft glow coming from behind the partition. Eve turned the corner and came to a shocked standstill at the scene before her. They’d moved the wrought-iron bed front and center again and lit candles. Dozens and dozens of them. The flickering flames cast various shadows around the room, highlighting the romantic scene her men had set.

“What’s all this?”

Chase and Murphy turned in her direction, hot intent coming from both their gazes.

“Stand right there and don’t move,” Chase commanded.

Eve crinkled her forehead and shifted her stance. “Chase, I don’t think—”

“That’s right. You don’t think.” He approached her like a wild animal hunting prey. Hard lines and muscle moving in her direction.

Need built in her * and immediately dampened her folds.

“Yes, Sir,” she uttered, totally fascinated by the onset of their need. She liked when they came at her out of the blue. Sometimes at home, Murphy was known to grab her in the kitchen, bend her over the table, and push his hot cock into her. It always shocked her how much she enjoyed those fast and wild couplings. He’d watched Chase f*ck her in her kitchen the night they fought, and admitted watching her be dominated by Chase had been a huge turn-on.

“Good girl.” Murphy approached her slowly with black rope in his hands.

Her insides trembled. Would she always react this way when they restrained her? God, she hoped so.

“Show me your wrists.”

Eve did as he asked, holding them out in front of her. She was too damned turned on to even consider not obeying. The fact she trusted them both implicitly gave her a huge confidence boost.