~ Pearl I was in love with my best friend’s dad. That was the only plausible explanation for me ogling at him while Stella ranted off about something. Mr. Paulo flexed his hands as he continued to chop the wood, Oh lord for his age he was fucking fit and insanely hot. “Are you even listening to me?” I blinked back to reality and found myself looking back at my best friend who was staring at me. Absolutely busted. I tried to play it off as best as I could, but I hoped she couldn’t tell. I smiled in her direction and cocked my head, pretending like I had been listening to her the whole time. The last thing I needed was for her to know what was going on in my head. She would hate me forever. Stella was a lot of sweet things, but being forgiving wasn't part of the list. She was also a jealous person and I didn't understand why. And it could always get ugly. So yeah, my feelings for her father had to stay locked and thrown away for good. My eyes slid over to his tall form an
Juliette~William shifted his grip on my elbows to one hand, and with the other, he tangled his fingers in Duke’s hair.The soft groan Duke let out sounded like it had been ripped from my own throat and my thighs clenched around nothing.William bit his bottom lip as he pulled back, eyes nearly black with lust like he was feeding on the energy between us, growing darker and hungrier with every second. His thumb dragged across Duke’s mouth, echoing a move Duke had made to me earlier, and his voice dropped to a purr. “You get his cock when I say you do, princess. Not before.”My whole body went cold. They didn’t speak again, they didn’t didn’t have to. It was like something ancient passed between them, something silent but commanding, because the moment William let me go, Duke caught my wrists like he’d been waiting for that exact second.He dropped to the couch and took me with him, just sprawled me across his lap like I was a doll.“I can move on my own, you know,” I muttered, brea
Juliette~ Really, there was only one option. If I walked away now, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering what might’ve happened, what I could’ve had if I’d just said yes. If I’d just taken the risk. It was just one night after all, I could go home with these devastatingly hot men and leave tin the morning with a full book of pure sensual erotica. Just pleasure, a mutual, dirty, unforgettable pleasure. I brought him close and kissed him, William let me take the lead for a second before he slid his fingers into my hair and took control. He kissed like a starved man, like he'd win battles and earned the right to fucking devor me. And I let him. God, I let him. Teeth, tongue, saliva, lips, he kiss craped away every last of my hesitation and set me burning. When I started to shake, he pulled back with a cocky grin. “You won’t regret it.” The he nodded to Duke. “Call a cab.” The ride was a blur. Neither of them touched me beyond the press of William’s arm around
William~ Juliette’s mouth tightened, eyes flashing with something that looked an awful lot like a decision but not the soft, gentle kind. She laughed suddenly, loud and biting. “God, what a night. You two sure you’re not serial killers or something? Because what you’re offering usually falls under ‘too good to be true’ category.” I smirked. There she was. “It’s only one night, princess. We won’t be in town much longer.” That only seemed to pull her in deeper. I could see it clearly, the burning curiosity, the temptation, the little devil on her shoulder screaming, do it. She smiled, shaky but mischievous. “How old are you guys?” I tilted my head, curiosity piqued. “31 and 29 respectively.” “Oh, I'm twenty.” Twenty. Barely past the edge of girlhood. My spine started to lean back because if she was too young for this, I needed to end it now but then she kept talking, and her words froze me in place. Juliette picked up her drink and stared into it like it held the god
~William The woman was a challenge if I’d ever seen one. She tossed a glance over her shoulder, a little smirk playing at the edge of her lips. Like I hadn’t already caught the hint. That look said loud and clear: Come and get me. I stepped toward the dance floor, already planning how I’d catch her. But Duke blocked me with a firm hand to my chest. He leaned in close, his voice low in my ear. “This is a mistake.” “You want her too,” I said. “Fuck yes, I do.” His hand didn’t move. “But I know that look in your eye. This is a one-night kind of thing, William. You can’t afford more than that—and she has no idea what she’d be signing up for.” I clenched my jaw. That ever-present reminder that nothing in my life was really mine. Anyone who got too close to me? They might as well paint a target on their back, courtesy of my uncle. I met Duke’s gaze, and held it. “I know what’s at stake.” “Never said you didn’t.” I looked back at the dance floor, at that flash of red moving like
Juliette ~I angled back just enough to look at both of them, this smiling stranger and his more serious counterpart. Their energy was so strange, so in sync, I didn’t know what to make of it. And yet I found myself nodding. Like it was totally normal for two gorgeous men to want to dance with me at the same time.As if they were a pair and I was… what exactly? The entertainment?They were probably gay, right? That would make more sense.Because straight guys don’t usually share a dance partner like that. Not one with this kind of sensual understanding like they'd done this before. Like they knew how to move around each other, trade me between them with seamless ease. It wasn’t possessive and not even flirtatious. They touched me only at my hips and somehow that made it worse. The restraint of it and the bloody confidence.It was sexy as hell.By the second song, I had a pretty damn good read on their personalities: Blue Eyes was the one who wore that grin like he practiced it fo