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Annabelle’s breath caught.

“Yvette,” the dark-haired man took her hand and gave it a
gentle squeeze before he leaned in to kiss her on both cheeks. “You put all my
work to shame, doll.”

Yvette beamed, though she said, “Obviously you haven’t
gotten a load of Annabelle.”

Finn turned to her as Yvette gestured her way. Fighting a
blush, Annabelle said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“My God,” the artist said as he stared at her. “You’re even
more beautiful up close.” He placed a finger under her chin and lifted it
gently. “Would you look at that neck? Long and slender and fantastically
graceful. It’s perfect.” He turned to the man who’d accompanied them to their
table. “Good eye, Eric.”

Annabelle rose above her sudden excitement to exchange a
curious look with Yvette. Finn continued on. “You’ve met Eric Lyson, yes? A
famed acrobatics professional who performs in a show in Vegas. He’s starring in
my body scene tomorrow night with the other two members of his acrobatics
team.”

That must be the business he’d needed to take care of
earlier, Annabelle thought.

Eric shook Yvette’s hand, then turned his gleaming white
smile and mesmerizing eyes on Annabelle.

“I had the good fortune to meet Annabelle on the dance
floor,” he said to Finn. “I couldn’t take my eyes off her.”

“I can see why,” Finn said. Then added in a very
businesslike tone, “My female model for Eric’s body scene just backed out
because of the flu. I’m looking for a replacement. You caught Eric’s attention
when you walked in. He suggested you’d be perfect for the scene and I agree.”

“I’m sorry,” Annabelle said, a little confused, though when
Yvette clasped her hands together excitedly, she suddenly realized what Finn
was getting at.

He said, “I want to paint you, Annabelle.” He placed the
folio he carried on the table and flipped it open. “Here’s a sketch of the
scene. Classic, right?”

The glint of excitement in Finn’s dark brown eyes made her
shiver with an electric jolt she’d never felt before. Annabelle’s gaze slid to
the drawing.

“Oh!” She was amused and thrilled at the same time. Such a
simple, innocent concept. The female model was to be painted as a flower, with
two men serving as the leaves, joined to the “stem” of the flower with one cock
in the pussy and one in the ass. Suspended over the female model with her head
painted like the face of a Gerbera daisy and a headdress to create the vibrant
pink petals, was a bumblebee. With his cock in her mouth.

“Pollination.” Annabelle loved it.

“What do you say?” Eric prompted her.

“Of course she’ll do it!”

“Yvette!” Annabelle shrieked. “I couldn’t! Really, it’s
just… I couldn’t!”

“It’s an honor to be asked,” Yvette said. “You’d be a fool
to pass up a chance like this!”

She stared up at the eager faces of Finn and Eric.
Especially Eric. She’d be lying if she said the mere thought of doing something
so daring and hedonistic didn’t turn her on. And to be doing it with Eric…

Finn said, “That long neck of yours is exactly what I need.
The flower stretching toward the sun, the bumblebee finding your welcoming
embrace… Annabelle,” he said in a compelling tone, “I
need
you.”

Eric lifted a dark blond eyebrow, as though to say he felt
the same way. An insistent throbbing deep in her pussy told her she shared that
sentiment.
She
needed him. Desperately.

Flattery and temptation and lust were impossible to brush
off.

Eric added to the pressure. “I couldn’t imagine doing it
either. But I’m part of an acrobatic trio and the others wanted to do it, so I
agreed. If you say yes, Annabelle, then I’ll have absolutely no regrets.”

He stared at her intently, his beautiful green eyes glowing
under the soft light from the chandeliers. He truly was devastatingly handsome.
So wide and muscular, with large hands she knew would feel heavenly on her
body. And hadn’t she just been fantasizing about being the recipient of three
men’s attention?

This offer was damn tempting, especially since she was
presented with the opportunity to triple her pleasure!

The idea of being on public display added to her excitement,
because with the paint on her face and body, no one would have a clue as to who
she was. She’d be perfectly anonymous—and wouldn’t that help to shed her
inhibitions and enjoy whatever Eric and his partners had to offer?

Oh God! How could she possibly refuse?

“It’s just that…” she started to say again.

It’s just that…what
?

What valid excuse did she have to decline when, deep down,
she really wanted to do it? Her clit tingled with the mental image of Eric’s
cock thrusting deep into her. And if the other men looked anything like him—
how
could they not if they were an acrobatic trio with their own show in Vegas?
—she
was pretty certain she’d be so turned-on, it’d be easy for one of them to slide
a cock into what Yvette had aptly referred to as her tight, high-society ass.

Her nipples pulled tight again, making her deliciously
uncomfortable. Annabelle could see herself so vividly in her mind’s eye, being
fucked by two men while she sucked another one’s cock.

She wanted it. Craved it.

A titillating thrill shot through her, stealing her breath.
This was the liberation she needed to free herself from her stuffy existence—to
free herself from the past. To jumpstart her new life!

The jolt deep in her wet cunt was just the wake-up call she
needed. Further prodding on Finn or Eric or Yvette’s part was no longer
necessary.

Excitement danced along her spine as Annabelle smiled up at
both men and said, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

* * * * *

Finn had a packet of paperwork for her to read and sign,
which Annabelle dropped on the desk in her Times Square hotel suite. Behind
her, Eric closed the door and stepped close to her, his warm eyes and sexy grin
igniting her insides all over again.

He was the primary reason she’d agreed to do the body art
scene. After she’d said yes, Finn had ordered a bottle of champagne that
Annabelle was certain wasn’t on the “free” cocktail menu that came with the
lofty cover charge. She’d enjoyed a glass with Eric before he’d whisked her
onto the dance floor again.

Around four in the morning, when the club closed, he’d slid
an arm around her waist, pulled her against his side and whispered in her ear,
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

She couldn’t resist, couldn’t find a single reason to say
no. She wanted him and she decided to have him.

Now, as they stood in the middle of her hotel suite, she
felt exhilaration and anticipation build inside her. Excitement shimmied down
her spine, making her tingle all over.

She gazed up at the sexiest man she’d ever known and asked,
“Nightcap?”

Clearly her nerves were getting the best of her. Eric was
not in her hotel suite for a drink. He’d been perfectly forthcoming with his
intentions and she hadn’t balked at the time. Why go all Catholic schoolgirl on
him now?

Eric shook his head at her offer, the corner of his mouth
lifting in a suggestive grin. “I’m not interested in liquor, Annabelle. I’m
interested in you.”

Again with his blatant intentions! Now was the time to shut
up and go with the flow. Though she naturally tensed as he pulled her to him.
But when his arms slipped around her waist and he held her tight, she realized
the tension wasn’t due to hesitation or doubt on her part. It was strictly the
result of the overwhelming response her body had to his.

Her breathing quickened as he gazed hungrily at her. This
was so much more thrilling than she’d imagined. A gorgeous, successful man
wanted her. What a huge ego boost for her and a shot in the arm for her libido!

“You’re incredibly sexy,” he whispered, further building her
confidence. His head dipped and his lips hovered over hers, tempting her,
making her crave his touch. “So provocative,” he continued. “Exciting.”

Annabelle’s eyelids fluttered closed. “Kiss me,” she
murmured. “Please.”

“I’ve wanted to since the moment you turned in my arms on
the dance floor.”

His mouth covered hers and Annabelle felt the fire flare
inside her. A five-alarm rager that made her instantly hot and restless. She
squirmed in Eric’s embrace, her body responding on levels she’d never before
experienced.

When her lips parted for him, his tongue thrust inside her
mouth, tangling with hers. A moan lodged in her throat. Annabelle’s arms
circled his neck as she leaned into him, her body melding to his. Her breasts
pressed against his hard chest, her nipples hardening. One of his hands left
her waist and swept over her backside. He squeezed a cheek, exciting her as
well as pressing her more firmly against him. His erection nestled against her
belly and it thrilled Annabelle to know she’d turned him on so quickly. With
just a kiss.

Dragging his mouth away from hers, he said, “I want you
naked, Annabelle. I want to touch and taste you. Feel your skin against mine.”

No man had ever said such words to her. Coming from Eric,
they were as titillating as his kiss.

She said, “I want that too.”

He let out another low groan. His hands shifted to the
zipper on the back of her dress and he slid it slowly down the track, then
peeled the material over her shoulders and down her arms, letting the dress
drop to the floor. His emerald gaze darkened under the dim lighting in the
room. He stared at her, his jaw clenching briefly.

“You are so beautiful.”

Annabelle smiled. “It’s been a long time since anyone has
said that to me.”

“You’re fucking hot,” he amended, his tone teasing, but his
gaze serious.

Laughing, she said, “Or that.” Admittedly, it felt damn good
to have him admire her without holding back. A wicked thrill chased down her
spine, intensifying when he kissed her again.

His nimble fingers released the clasp on her bra and he
worked that piece of lingerie off while still kissing her. He palmed her
breasts and squeezed them gently, massaging them in a way that made Annabelle’s
pulse jump off the charts. One hand shifted to the small of her back as the
other stayed on her breast. His finger and thumb captured her hard nipple,
rolling and pinching it until her cunt clenched tight and she felt heat and
desire prickle her clit.

Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped for air.

“Good Lord,” she whispered as that fire continued to rage
through her body.

“You like this?” Eric murmured as his head bent to her bare
breast and his tongue flicked over her tight nipple.

A small cry of pleasure fell from Annabelle’s lips. “Oh
yes.”

Apparently spurred on by her response to him, Eric sucked
her nipple into his mouth, making her writhe in his arms and moan again. His
hand moved between her slightly parted legs and his fingers glided over her
pussy lips, caressing them through the satin and lace of her thong panties.

He released her nipple just long enough to say, “You’re
already wet for me.” Then he went back to teasing her nipple with his tongue as
his fingers massaged her labia.

Annabelle’s head fell back. She gripped his biceps, holding
on tightly as the pleasure coursed through her veins, building as every second
passed. She felt the tension increase in her belly and deep in her cunt. She
wanted his fingers inside her, stroking her until she came.

As though sensing her need, he swept aside the scant
material covering her and targeted her clit with the pads of two fingers.

“Oh God.” The words slipped from her mouth, unbidden.
Annabelle’s eyes closed as she said, “That feels so good. Just like that.”

He rubbed her clit, pushing her dangerously close to the
edge. Then he pushed a long finger into her cunt and stroked her quickly,
making her whimper.

“Oh yes. Keep doing that,” she begged for more.

His mouth closed over her other nipple and suckled it as he
finger-fucked her. Annabelle’s grip on his upper arms tightened. She swayed a
little on her heels, as her knees seemed to knock together while little
fireballs burst in her belly.

When Eric worked a second finger into her slick cunt,
Annabelle’s excitement escalated. He stroked her quickly, the heel of his hand
rubbing her clit while his fingers pushed deep into her pussy, hitting all the
right spots.

The erotic sensations coursing through every inch of her
seemed to race toward her core. When they collided, she cried out.

“Oh God, Eric! Oh yes!” Her climax was a powerful one,
stealing her breath and making her tremble from head to toe.

The hand on the small of her back crushed her to Eric’s
hunky body. He held her tight and steady as her orgasm crested and then slowly
ebbed.

He withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt and said, in
a strained tone, “I want to fuck you, Annabelle. Now.”

“Please,” she begged again.

A sharp grunt fell from his lips. “Getting you off makes me
so hard. I want to be inside you when you come again.”

Wasting no more time, she quickly divested him of his
jacket, tie and shirt. Stripping the shirt off him was like unwrapping the best
Christmas present of her life. He was magnificently built, even more so than
what she’d seen of him clothed. More so than what she’d imagined. Her hands
splayed over the rigid muscles of his chest, feeling the hard ledge of his
pectorals against her skin and the flexing and tightening her touch evoked.

His large hands gripped her waist. The way he looked at her
with such carnal and unapologetic lust made her desperate to strip off the rest
of his clothes and beg him to fuck her.

“Want to go into the bedroom?” she asked, though she’d be
perfectly content to have him do her right here in the living room.

His thoughts clearly ran the same way. He said, “This room
will work for now.”