Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection
I take the pen, sign on line twenty, and hand it to Tessa.
While we sign, Lilith stamps the hands of the guys. She turns to me, grabs my wrist, presses the stamp into my skin, then does the same for Tessa. Clipboard tucked under her arm, she lifts her hand and reaches for my chest. Her fingers graze my left nípple through the thin shirt.
“If you’re into girls, I like you,” she says, eyes on mine, voice low.
She turns to the men. “The stamp gets you upstairs. Everyone up there has agreed to the rules. You’ll find bins where you can drop your clothes. They’re labeled. Have fun.” And then she walks off to the next group.