Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I inhale and take a seat, crossing my legs modestly. Both men eye my high heels and Casper lets his gaze roll slowly up from my pins to my narrow waist, and then to my generous décolletage. But I have to ask before we go any further.
“Are you twins?” I ask shyly. “It’s just … well, the agency didn’t say.”
Clay throws his head back and laughs, revealing a movie star smile.
“Yes, we are,” he growls. “We’re identical twins. You don’t actually know unless you get your DNA tested, but we had it done last year, and sure enough, we’re identical.”
“Not that I want to be,” Casper jokes. “This asshole’s mug is so ugly that I don’t even want to look him in the eye.”
Of course, both men are breathtakingly gorgeous with their athletic physiques and chiseled features, but I’m put at ease by the way they rib each other. There’s a brotherly familiarity there, although the sexual tension between the three of us crackles too. Oh God. I need to thank Clarissa for forcing me to take this date because Casper and Clay are exactly what I need to get out of my funk. After all, we haven’t even begun, and I’m already dreaming of the sensuality coming my way.
3
Casper
* * *
Goddamn, City Girls never disappoints. I have to say that even if they’re a competitor of ours. Obviously, they have access to the highest quality product, and our date tonight proves that. After all, when Mara entered the private VIP area, my cock immediately jerked in my pants. She’s gorgeous and lush, with chestnut curls tumbling down her back and a body built for pleasure. But everything has its time, and I manage to seat myself without wincing.
“So Mara, what do you to do for a living?” I ask silkily.
She shoots me a shy look.
“I’m a flight attendant,” she murmurs. “I love flying the friendly skies.
I nod.
“Really?”
She giggles.
“Yes, escorting is just my side job, although if you ever get on one of my flights, I’d be happy to introduce you to the Mile High Club.”
Fuck. My cock jerks in my trousers again, and I can tell that my brother’s in the same pain. This woman is sassy, spicy, and obviously ready to go. It’s exactly what we like.
“So what would you do as part of the Mile High Club?” Clay asks silkily. “What kind of treatment would we get?”
Mara shrugs and giggles again.
“It depends on if you want warm nuts. To eat, of course,” she giggles again.
I exchange a look with my twin.
“Frankly, I prefer not to chomp on nuts, but if you like, sweetheart, I’m more than happy to share my portion.” Fuck, this is getting so out of hand, and I’m already having visions of the girl on her knees in front of us, sucking at the seam on our balls while jerking off our shafts with those small palms. But we can’t go there, at least not yet. Mara just showed up, and yet I’m already ready to throw her over the back of this couch and start pounding her like there’s no tomorrow. Clay feels the same way because he leans forward, his words slightly choked.
“Honey, I love your choice of words but where are our manners? Can we offer you some champagne?”
She nods and bites her lip.
“Yes please,” Mara says.
“Great,” I say, reaching over to snag the champagne bottle from its bucket of ice. Then, I pour generous flutes for all three of us, and pass them around. “Here’s to a night with a beautiful woman,” I say silkily, raising my glass in a toast. My brother and our guest raise their glasses as well, and then I take a sip of the bubbly. It’s sweet yet not overly so, with a light fruity tone speaking to its foreign terroir.
Meanwhile, it’s evident that Mara likes her champagne too because she takes a sip and then her eyes go wide.
“Goodness, this is delicious!” she murmurs. “What’s the vintage?”
Clay lets out a low laugh.
“Actually, this particular bottle comes from a vineyard in France owned by my brother and I,” he says. “We were out in the Loire Valley a couple years ago and ended up buying a couple hundred acres that came with its very own award-winning vineyard. Who knew?” he shrugs.
Mara gasps and stares at us.
“You bought a vineyard by accident?”
I chuckle.
“Not exactly. We were there to look at a totally separate business investment, but a buddy of ours took us around the area, and we liked Ouest so much that we brought it. So now, we have a number of wines on tap, including the 1980 vintage we just sampled.”
But instead of being impressed, Mara frowns.
“Wait, so you brought this bottle with you? It’s not purchased from the hotel?”
My hand pauses in the middle of re-filling her glass.