A Lady PROLOGUE 15

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Sex With The Maid: Two Men and A Lady

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Fuck.

“Wes-”

“Strip. Apparently you need a physical reminder,” he commanded, releasing his grip on my hair, his eyes hard, completely serious…turning me on with every breath. “Now.”

My heart pounded against my chest as I did what he asked. Getting off the bed, I stood up and started to pull off my tie-

“Slower.” He leaned back against the pillows.

He knew I hated being put on the spot like this, but he also knew I wouldn’t disobey him. when he got like this. I unbuttoned my shirt slowly for him.

He called me an addiction.

Then, who was he to me? An obsession? A sweltering passion?

When I stood in front of him naked, I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. With each second, my cock got harder and harder, twitching anxiously. He got up and walked past me, grabbing something from the drawer.

“You know what I was just thinking about?” he asked me. When he came back to stand in front of me, he answered his own question. “How good you’d look with balls in your

mouth.”

Before I could speak, he lifted a ball gag to my lips. Glaring at him, I opened my mouth,

both turned on as fuck and deeply frustrated.

CERCI LANNISTER:

I took a shower, hoping to relax enough to go to bed, but it only made me more aware of everything: the fact that I was naked in a million–dollar penthouse, and also the fact that I was spending the night at said penthouse and that the owner of the penthouse had asked me to marry him. I wasn’t sure where I had taken the wrong turn, but it no longer

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felt like my usual mundane life.

I debated the options.

“No debt,” I muttered to myself as I dried my hair. “On the other hand, marriage. A fake

marriage.”

There was no way this could work.

“Ugh, I can’t.” Dropping the brush and hair dryer, I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped into the same room I’d cleaned over and over again in the last month. The king size bed with eight damn pillows was just for decoration. Another window to hand clean. The plush white carpet I vacuumed…it was now supposed to be my room. Even for just a night it was-

“Ahh…urgh… Fuck.”

Moving closer to my door, I listened but wasn’t sure what I was hearing. My mind told me

to keep the door closed, but my hand didn’t seem to get the message. I opened the door a crack just to peek out, but I only saw a dim yellow light.

Stay in.

But instead I walked out by tiptoeing across the floorboards while clenching the towel to my chest. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but Bernard with a red ball gag in his mouth, gripping the sheets as Georgethrust into his ass was not it. I felt myself stop breathing and was awestruck at how beautiful they were. They were like wild animals as they grunted, ecstasy coating Ben’s face. Just like before, his blue eyes fixed on me and yet the rage he’d had before was gone. When his mouth parted so did mine. I felt myself getting wet, and while I knew I should look away, I couldn’t–not with the way he was looking at me.

“Juahm… Ben tried to speak against the ball. Wes opened his eyes and stared straight at me as he stopped, a drop of sweat dripping from his chin onto Ben’s back. He pulled out of him and Ben collapsed on the bed, but Wes got off the bed and moved to the door. I stared at his cock. It was fucking huge, erect, and pointed right at me. I tried not to look, but I was human. Damn it! I then noticed his six–inch tattoo on his inner thigh, which read, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. He smirked at me, never breaking eye contact as he slowly shut the door.