Chapter 6

After what felt like forever, Derrin sent me the details. Just in time. With their normal inane behavior, Allen and the rest of the office fools were driving me crazy. In addition, I was so keyed up there’d been no sleep for me since talking with Derrin. Plus, unlike our usual once or twice a month love-making schedule, with relentless hunger, I rode Dave every night.

So, by the time we arrived at a luxury rental tower, he was on edge, and I was just plain horny as fuck. Apparently, I was such a hit already that Derrin spared no expense. But even sitting in business class, the short flight was far too long for my agitated mind—and body.

Earlier that day, ultra-modern and very upscale, the posh hotel where I’d been preparing gleamed. Likewise, the huge, well-lit suite reserved for me offered a splendid view over the entire city through floor-to-ceiling windows. But by that point, I didn’t care. I wanted—needed ... Hell, by then Dave also needed... Craved? Whatever was going to happen, we’d do it together.

Once I’d changed and freshened up, we descended in the elevator. As I teased at my hair and checked my makeup in the compact for the umpteenth time, Dave watched. He wore a tight grin.

“You look amazing. Calm down.”

My gaze locked onto him.

Is he kidding? Is that all he’s gonna say? Hadn’t he heard me tell Derrin I wanted two men to fuck me? On camera?

Right then, the worry in his face appeared, and I nodded. Yes, of course he had. He was being a good husband, calming a nervous wife. As I clutched at his arm, his outstretched hand skimmed the back of my simple black dress.

While I would’ve kissed him, I didn’t want to smear him with the deep red lipstick I wore along with the same sultry makeup from before. When a sigh escaped me, I leaned into him. His smile widened. While basking in his familiar embrace, enjoying the aroma of the store-brand after-shave, I gazed into his eyes. They were tight, and his neck muscles pulsed.

This man loves me.

A rivulet slipped from soaked panties to slither down my shivering thigh. But other men lusted for me. Ever raunchier comments had fueled me while we’d waited. Some were so graphic, I never showed them to Dave. Those I treasured alone, along with the travel offers.

Never been to Dubai.

It was only a short limo ride to the apartment building. With my weight on Dave’s arm, I half-staggered along an elegantly decorated hall on one of its upper floors. My shiny black heels sank into the plush carpeting. The men waiting for me also lusted for me. And God help me, Laura—no, Rochelle—lusted for them. Another drip raced downward onto a stocking’s taut lace band. Okay, maybe Laura.

A moan escaped my lips when we halted before a glossy, white-paneled door. With a lingering gaze deep into my eyes, he kissed me on the cheek and pressed the doorbell. Though not as solid as other Dave, swaying back into him while the tinkling chimes echoed, calmed my thumping heart.

Until the door opened, revealing Derrin’s brilliant smile and chiseled features. My pulse raced, and I swallowed a groan.

“There she is! Beautiful as ever. Come in. They’re almost ready for you.” He flashed his gleaming eyes at me before standing aside and waving us into the entryway.

Dave gave me a surprised expression; I hadn’t mentioned how handsome Derrin was. In a lightweight, unbuttoned shirt and comfortable trousers, the tall, swarthy man glanced at my hubby. At his corded arm reaching forward, they shook hands while Derrin pushed the door closed.

“Need anything? Drink? Hungry?” He called over his shoulder while striding across a gray-tiled floor.

A wide doorway led to a good-sized gourmet kitchen, to which he gestured. With the sharp clicks of my heels echoing, we followed him into an expansive living area.

Sleek, modern furnishings of burnished steel and simple polished wood surrounded an unlit fireplace. A row of tall glass doors lined the far side, opening onto a broad balcony overlooking the city. Swung wide, they let in a warm breeze that rustled the sheer white curtains. The whole place smelled clean, almost sterile, though a hint of fresh wildflowers wafted from somewhere.

“No. Uh, thanks for, um, setting this up,” I replied.

His eyes flashed. “Oh, I think we both know it’s my pleasure.” After turning to Dave, he winked, and his grin widened. “You have one hell of a hot wife.”

“Yes,” Dave said. My face heated under the smile he fired at me. “Yes, I do.”

“I take it you’ve seen the photos?” Derrin asked with a nod at me.

“Yes.” Dave licked his lips and his fingers trembled on my spine.

“Video?”

“Yes.” My hubby nodded and swallowed.

“She’s got, um, genuine talent.” Derrin’s grin shifted to me, and my cheeks flushed even more; he wasn’t talking about modeling. One glance at Dave and his expression told me he’d also understood that. “Alright. Well, Mia should have them ready by now. Follow me.”

While we climbed the stairs, his muscular buttocks mesmerized me. If I hadn’t been leaning on Dave, I would’ve clutched Derrin to me. Another drip slid down my leg. They both must’ve sensed my arousal over the neutral scent of the immaculate apartment.

Breath caught in my throat as Derrin swept aside a partially open door to reveal a massive bedroom centered on a broad, comfortable-looking crimson bed. A large bathroom with a walk-in shower was on the far wall, while a small sitting area was beyond the bedframe. Open doors similar to the ones below let in that brisk, humid breeze.

My heart hammered, and I swallowed, while Dave gasped when we spotted the trio of naked men surrounding Derrin’s girlfriend. On her knees, head bobbing, Mia’s straight black hair twirled in the gentle gusts before one man. Both slender arms were outstretched, stroking the rock-hard members of the others.

As we entered, the trio flashed smiles, and I tottered while stepping further into the room. Derrin gave me a deliberate smile while I swept my gaze over the tall, muscular men. All possessed close-cropped curly black hair. Plus, from the shafts in her fondling hands and the distance forward she was bobbing, they were well-endowed. The one with the largest grin, a given since she was slurping loudly before him, was dark brown. The thinner of the trio, although that was only relative to all their massive bulks, was a tawny color. Checking his phone, so like hunky Dave, the last man was a coal-black mass of glistening muscles.

Trickles slid down both thighs. A quick glance at my husband, who flicked his eyes to my crotch with his nose crinkling, told me he knew how horny I was. While I quivered, heat flared across my skin. My fingers flew to Dave’s hand and squeezed.

Derrin flitted between the circle of lights and cameras pointed at the bed. Professionalism exuded from the man. When the men helped Mia to her feet with smiles and a shared joke to which she laughed aloud, I got the same feeling of calm, measured expertise. After wiping the spittle from her mouth with the back of her hand, she flashed me a smile and called out.

“So wonderful to meet you again.” She licked her lips and added over her shoulder, “See, guys. Told you she was hot. You’re gonna be impressed.”

She winked at me, and I started. It was nice to be considered “hot,” but her tone said she was playing me up for the trio, who tracked her sleek figure prancing across the room. Both Dave and I kept flicking our views between their smiling faces, burly gleaming frames, and jutting rods.

“This is, uh, Rio,” Mia pointed to the largest of the men, the one whose cock still dripped shiny saliva.

While flashing another smile, he walked closer. When I reached out, the walnut-colored colossus wrapped huge fingers around my entire hand. The size of an apple and thumping with his heartbeat, his spongy helmet nudged into my dress front. As my heart seized and every part of my body fluttered, I swallowed and forced a nervous grin. Words wouldn’t leave my shaky lips.

She chuckled under her breath while gesturing to the coal-black stud. He was graced with a solid jaw and the most gorgeous, piercing, deep green pools.

“This amazing man is Dan.”

“Amazing? You hear that, Rio? Mia likes me best.” My chest tightened when he also flashed a wide smile of brilliant white teeth while taking my hand in his.

“Yeah sure.” Rio rolled his eyes. “That’s why she sucked my dick the longest, right?”

“Be nice, boys.” With a chortle, Mia reached down to squeeze both their glistening poles. Their jaws clenched. “Save some of that energy for our star.”

Star?

Was I gonna be a star? Holy fuck. No, the numbers didn’t lie. I was the star. Once more, my gaze swept the studs before settling on Dave, who stood behind my shoulder, watching in silence.

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