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I can’t wait.
Elle clears her throat and I blush, moving to the side as Dash also helps her from the car.
“Gee, such a gentleman,” Elle quips sarcastically before leaning in to whisper to me, “I feel like chopped liver next to you with the way he adores you.”
Chuckling because she wasn’tthatquiet, Dash offers me and my best friend an arm each, and then guides us up the gold carpet amid a flurry of flashing paparazzi lights and speculative shouts to try to discern our identity. The whole thing’s a scream, and judging from Elle’s beaming smile and the way she keeps pausing to pose, she’s very much comfortable in the spotlight. Which is just as well, with what she has in store tonight.
We step through the large black doors and are ushered across the opulent marble foyer, and into the waiting elevator that whisks us down to the parking garage in the basement, where a fleet of limousines are waiting to take our guests tonight to the actual location of ‘For Me’. It was a lot of fun leaking the false location to the press and giving our guests a real red carpet experience.
“Your carriage awaits,” Dash tells Elle, bowing low and opening the door for her. She giggles as she climbs in, looking up at me expectantly. I’m just about to slide in after her when Dash’s hand on my wrist stops me.
“She’ll see you there,” he tells Elle with a wink. “She’s got a different ride tonight.”
Elle hoots and winks, making a slow burn spread from the back of my neck to my cheeks which are thankfully hidden beneath my mask still. She nods, closes the door and is drivenaway in the lap of luxury, leaving me with Dash and wondering what is going on.
We planned every aspect of tonight out, down to the finest detail. This wasn’t part of the plan.
“Relax, Gumdrop. You’re safe with us.”
The second limo pulls up, Dash opens the door and I climb in without hesitating. Four half-masked figures stare back at me, and when Dash slides onto the soft leather seat a moment later, he too has a black mask firmly in place. My pulse skyrockets at the sight of sexy smirks on all five of their faces.
“You didn’t really think we’d let our woman, our property, walk into the club alone tonight did you?” Don growls possessively, sliding a hand up my bare thigh where the material of my dress has parted. The heat is rising in my cheeks as his hand moves closer to the edge of my dress, but I don’t stop him. Not yet, at least. I glance around at the other men in the car, wondering what they have planned for me tonight. Their stares are dark and intense, filled with a hunger that drives me wild. Their eyes caress and burn me, taking in every inch of my body. I’m excited.
Don’s hand moves higher up my thigh, and I shiver with anticipation. The other men in the car are watching us intently, their eyes flick between Don’s hand on my thigh, to my heaving chest, my parted lips, my lust-heavy lids. Fuck. I want them all to touch me, but we’ll be at the club in a minute. There’s not time for all the things I want them to do to me.
I glance at Dash, and I’m drawn to his eyes. They’re glittering with a deep need, a need to please me and make me happy. To love me. I smile at him, and he returns my smile. “I love you,” he mouths, and my heart skips a beat.
I turn back to Don, and he’s looking at me with lust. His tongue flicks out and licks his lips, and he tangles his hand in my hair. He yanks my head back, and his lips crush mine in a hungrykiss. I’m breathless as he pulls back, and the hand on my thigh slowly moves up to slide beneath my dress, and then inside my panties.
I whimper as his fingers brush over my clit, and I’m already wet for them.
“You’re so fucking delicious, Sugar,” he growls, kissing me again.
I moan as someone else moves closer, and then his lips are on my neck, softly kissing my skin, working his way to my shoulder. There are so many hands on me, and I can’t tell who is touching me. And I don’t want to. I just want to enjoy everything they’re doing to me right now.
Don is kissing me hard, his fingers slowly moving over my clit. My body is on fire for him but I need more. I need his fingers deep inside me, and I want him to claim my pussy as his. I rock my hips forward, gasping when his fingers slide just a fraction deeper, but it’s not enough.
“Please,” I moan, arching my hips forward again.
“Please, what, Sugar?” Don growls, dragging his teeth over my lower lip.
I gasp as his fingers skate over my clit.
“I need more,” I whisper, and I’m rewarded with his fingers sliding deep inside me.
“This?” He pulls his fingers out and then slides them back inside.
“You know what I want,” I whisper, my heart racing faster in anticipation.
“Tell me, Sugar,” he urges, his fingers moving again.
I gasp as a finger slides over my asshole, and a shudder of lust races through me at the thought of them taking me there.
“I want you to take me,” I whisper, glancing over my shoulder. “All of you.”
North laughs. “Would love to Floss, but there’s no time for that.”
Disappointment courses through me and I pout, making the guys chuckle.
