“Stilts doesn’t come near either of you.”
“She is tall,” Jack agrees with zero interest.
“She can’t be lifted up by you like I can.”
“Would never want to try.” His eyes glitter and, satisfied, he glances around the stylish restaurant. “A nightcap on one of those floating beds would be cool before we head up.”
“Even if we can’t be naked,” I smirk, rising. “Let’s do it.”
Marion stands up with smokey eyes locked on the model. Her hand possessively slides down my arm until she laces our fingers together as her other hand reaches for Jack’s strong chin. He leans in to give her what she wants, a kiss bold enough to shut the door on cunning attempts at infiltration.
As we walk out, Marion smirks to their table a cool, “Mine.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
MARION
Never felt so relaxed in my life, lying on a floating bed in an infinity pool that flows off the edge like it’s joining the sea, star-bathed sky unhindered by city lights or pollution.
After that meal we just had, yummy baklava for dessert, and now here I am with my men floating on either side of me, it doesn’t get better than this.
Jack’s left hand is on my leg, his right setting down a bottle of high-end whiskey he brought out with us.
Troy’s bare feet are touching mine, our shoes left back on the deck.
The place is deserted, and we aren’t supposed to be here at this late hour. We went back to the room for some fun after dinner, and by the time we came out here it was past three o’clock.
I’ve got my hands thrown above my head, hair fanned out, one trained leg exposed perfectly and on purpose, my red dress draped by gravity.
I’m no dummy.
I always position my body to its best advantage.
With two sexy men to keep occupied, I have to work for that, considering how many choices there are in the world. That slithering stilts back there at dinner tonight was proof.
But I don’t mind, in fact I take great pleasure in making them hot for me. The continuous benefits outweigh the continuous effort.
Sure, I’d love to eat fried food in sweats with my hair unwashed in a bun and my nails ignored for months on end. But I don’t let myself dip into that tempting pool of bye-bye-attention when I can enjoy this pool on a Greek island instead.
Glancing to Jack’s crotch I see he’s half-stiff. I so love inspiring that in him. I love both of my men hard. Even more than that I love the sexy depth of their growls when they want me. And more than that, I adore the feel of their cocks greedily claiming me as theirs.
Hell, I just love watching them satisfied, because they always return the favor. Good men do.
There are assholes out there who will never be satisfied. I’ve seen some dancers I’ve worked with eating crumbs guys threw them. Those are the worst. The kind of man who enjoys making a women feel small because it gets their dicks big.
Fuck.
That.
And.
Never.
Fuck.
Them.
“Never, ever, ever hold onto a man like that, Marion,” my mother warned when thirteen-year-old me told her my dance teacher was berated by her boyfriend in front of our class, making all of us squirm and desperately want him gone.
We wanted her to tell him to go. But she didn’t.
I explained to my mother how he’d mistakenly thought class was over but it had just begun. “I’ve never seen anyone call someone they loved names like that, Mom!”
Normally our teacher was so controlled, regal and composed — a successful ballerina in her day — and we admired her like crazy.
Samantha Cocker and I were standing next to one another, exchanging glances, scared from watching our teacher wilt before our eyes. Ms. Yaronne started shaking as soon as her boyfriend left, hiding her hands as she struggled to regain control of the lesson.
The look he slid across our faces as he stormed out — I’ll never forget it. It made me nauseous. But what really confused me was that he picked her up the next week and the next and the next. Logan, Sam’s best friend, had been absent that class. We told him the story and in the classes to come, he waited for the boyfriend to lose his temper again. Logan kept saying how he’d kick the guy’s ass if he ever did that again, but we didn’t witness another attack. We did see weird bruises pop up now and again. I never believed the