Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
They’re huge. Both are shirtless and in dark pants with the top button already popped. And damn it, my mouth waters.
One sits to the left of the booth, relaxed in the cushioned seating as though he were at home, watching the game. His strong, muscled arm is casually thrown over the top of the chair, and the way he is relaxed against the cushion has every last one of his abs perfectly positioned. He’s a fucking god.
It’s impossible to tell with him sitting, but he looks tall. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s about the same height as Caesar. Six-foot-three at least.
My gaze shifts to the other man. He stands to the right, his big arms crossed over a wide, muscled chest. I can practically feel his stare on me through his mask, and it has shivers racing down my spine. He’s gorgeous. His shoulders are huge, and even in this dim lighting, I can see the warm tone of his skin.
“Mmmmm, bella,” the masked man to my left says, a slight Italian accent in his tone. “You’re breathtaking. Show me how stunning you are.”
I bite down on my bottom lip and step deeper into the booth as Caesar stands back, discreetly stepping directly into the open entryway of the booth as if to close off our little party.
“I told you she was gorgeous,” Caesar rumbles from behind me.
A smile pulls at my lips, and as I glance back at him, I watch the way he starts unbuttoning his top, slowly popping one at a time as if knowing how that simple movement will drive me wild. His shirt falls open, and he lets the material drop to the ground.
He steps in closer, moving right behind me until I feel his warm chest at my back, and when his fingers skim across my body, shivers begin to sail across my skin. His lips drop to the curve of my neck, kissing me there, when his fingers grasp the string at the top of my spine—the one and only string holding my silk black minidress together.
“Let’s show them just how fucking ravishing you are, hellcat.”
I groan, and he tugs the string, releasing its hold, and not a moment later, the silky material cascades down my body like a waterfall, collecting at my feet.
I casually step out of my dress, feeling like a fucking goddess with their eyes dancing across my body, skimming over the slight curve of my waist and trailing up to my full breasts. Caesar’s hand lingers on my waist, his thumb stretching across my back.
“Free rein?” I ask him.
“Whatever you want,” he rumbles.
A smile pulls across my lips, and I glance between the two masked men before focusing my attention on the one standing, and as I stride toward him, his arms fall to his sides, welcoming anything I could possibly want.
As I step into him, my hand brushes across his wide chest and trails down his abs. His hand falls to my waist, right where Caesar’s was only a minute ago. He’s perfect, and as a thrill pulses through me, I glance back at Caesar, watching the way he watches me.
His eyes are dark and full of desire, but not a single hint of jealousy, not even when this incredibly gorgeous man slides his hand down past my waist and to the curve of my ass, squeezing firmly.
He spins me around in his arms, his hand skimming across the front of my thigh before dipping between my legs and cupping my pussy. “Caesar was right. You’re fucking irresistible,” he tells me, his lips trailing across my shoulder as I melt back against his strong body. “I can’t wait to see you begging on your knees for me.”
I suck in a breath, my heart already hammering as Caesar’s gaze remains locked on me, watching the way my body so easily responds in this other man’s hands. Caesar takes a step forward, collecting something off the edge of the booth, and when he pulls a mask over his head, everything crumbles within me.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my pussy clenching with need. How is this real life?
Despite their masks, there are so many physical differences between the men. I’ll know exactly who is who the whole way through, especially Caesar. After these past few weeks, I have learned every mark, scar, and freckle on his body, but it doesn’t make it any less fun.
Caesar strides toward me as his friend continues grinding his palm against my bare core, making my body squirm, and as Caesar comes to a stop right in front of me, I put my hand against his strong chest.
He watches me through that mask, waiting to see exactly what I want, and when I lift my other hand and gently tap against my collarbone, he steps right in.