“Which one for the other gentleman?” the silver-skinned, mechanical madam asked, giving a jerky nod to the man’s right. Standing beside him, hidden partially by the dark man’s broad shoulders was another client. He stepped out from behind his friend with a nod to the madam and Sadie could see he was almost the exact opposite of the other man.
Tall and muscular with a runner’s build, he had hair the color of beaten metal and the clearest sapphire eyes she had ever seen. The dark man wasn’t short, but the blond was at least two inches taller with a full mouth that seemed naturally red against his pale golden skin. He was dressed in the same style as his colleague in tight black pants and a white shirt with the ubiquitous mining company symbol stitched in red on the collar. He was also wearing an identical black leather jacket.
Sadie couldn’t help noticing that the bulge outlined by his pants was no less impressive than the dark-haired man’s. Did they work for some mining company that only hired well-hung men? What was their motto—less than nine inches need not apply?
These two were so different from the typical grimy, disheveled specimens who usually patronized the Prostie Palace that they might have come from Stud Miners R Us. Sadie felt a hysterical bubble of laughter rise in her throat at the thought and forced it back down. Prostie-borgs did not laugh.
“My friend and I prefer to share,” the blond man said, to Sadie’s horror. “That one will do fine.”
Two at the same time…? She couldn’t stop her eyes from widening. Merciful Goddess, she didn’t have all that much experience in the first place and she’d never done anything even remotely kinky. Certainly nothing like this…
“Excuse me? Would you mind not talking about me like I’m not in the room?” Sadie had to raise her voice to be heard. Their eyes turned in her direction. “Look, I can help you.” She stood and shrugged off the jacket, leaving it on the chair and began pacing as she made her point. “I’m good undercover,” she pointed out. “I’ve survived on my own out here for two weeks and I would’ve been fine until my transport showed up except for the rotten luck with my chip. I can get you information you couldn’t get otherwise. I’m sure you’re both very good detectives, but you’re men and most prostie-borgs are female. And I have extensive experience impersonating a prostie; I know what I’m doing.” Sadie took a step toward them, hands on her hips and breasts thrust out, showing all her flesh through the golden mesh of her skimpy dress. She knew what she looked like—hot, wild, and wanton. She normally wouldn’t act so brazenly but there was a big story on the line. A once-in-a-lifetime chance.
“Hmmm.” With the mesh dress back in view and most of her considerable assets on display, the blond detective seemed to be rethinking his position. He exchanged an unreadable look with his dark-haired partner.
“She’s got a point, Holt,” Blakely murmured. “I bet she’d be real good under the covers.”
“Undercover,” the blond man corrected him, a sardonic grin curving his full lips.
“That, too,” Blakely agreed, smiling back.
The mood in the tiny metal room had changed. Sadie could sense it like a new weather pattern, the heat from both sets of blue eyes raking over her body and pulsing against her nearly naked skin. She blushed from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair, but she held her ground. Think Solar Pulitzer, she told herself. This kind of story could make or break her career.
Holt looked at her appraisingly. “So you’re up for a little undercover work, hmm?” The blond man’s tone was mocking, but interested.
Sadie felt her cheeks grow hot but refused to drop her eyes. “Absolutely. I won’t lie to you; a story like this could make my career. I—I’d be willing to do almost anything to get a first hand exclusive.”
“Almost anything?” Holt drawled, rising with catlike grace from the rickety bed and circling her. He didn’t touch her in any way, but he was so close she could smell a faint hint of masculine musk that clung to his big frame. Sadie looked to the dark-haired detective for help because he had been so sympathetic to her earlier; but Blakely seemed content to watch the byplay between her and his partner without saying a word.
“Y—yes.” She hated the stupid tremble that came into her voice when she was nervous. She had no doubt what he was implying. Men like Detectives Christian Holt and David Blakely didn’t give you a free ride and an exclusive scoop on a story this big for nothing. There was bound to be a price, a mutual exchange of favors involved. Sexual favors. It looked like she was right back where she had started when Blakely picked her out of the prostie line-up.
Trying to control the tremble in her tone and sound sophisticated, maybe even a little bored, Sadie asked, “What do you say, boys?” What would they think of her in Goshen right now if they could see her using her body as a bargaining chip to get an exclusive scoop? She pushed the thought away.
Holt sat back on the bed and looked at Blakely. The look they shared seemed to convey something—some form of nonverbal communication that Sadie couldn’t begin to decipher, but at last the blond turned back to her and spoke for both of them.
“Fine. You can come with us on the condition that you stay out of the way.”
“And promise to behave yourself.” Blakely looked up at her from under the fringe of tangled black lashes and Sadie thought she had never seen a blue so deep.
“I’ll be a perfect angel,” she promised, trying to regain her composure. “Cross my heart, officer. If I’m not you can put me in cuffs.” She held out her slender wrists, miming a set of restraints and then blushed. What had made her say such a thing? She was definitely going too far.
From the look in his eyes, Blakely liked the idea. “I’ll hafta keep that in mind, baby,” he drawled, obviously enjoying the mental image of Sadie in a pair of handcuffs.
Trying not to think about what she had just let herself in for, Sadie attempted to get back to business. “Well then it’s all set. You two bring your ship around by the back of the far dome, I’ll palm a sample of the evening injection, and we’re home free.” She smiled brightly and stepped away to go for the door, but a large, warm hand encircled her wrist, keeping her from completing the motion.
“Wait a minute, sweetheart. Aren’t you forgetting somethin’?” Blakely’s eyes were a sleepy-hot blue in his dark face, and Holt was looking thoughtfully at her as well.
“What?” Sadie quavered, all of her self-possession momentarily gone. “You said you weren’t here for sex.” At least not yet…
“We’re not.” Holt’s voice was calm and he reached up to hold her other hand in a large palm, pulling her down to sit between them on the squeaky bed. Both men put an arm around her and despite the skimpy mesh dress, or maybe because of it, Sadie felt truly warm for the first time in weeks. In fact, she was beginning to feel distinctly overheated. “But I think what my partner is trying to say is, don’t you think we’d better make it look real? I mean, you’ve been in here for over half an hour, supposedly with two sex-starved miners who haven’t seen female flesh for a lunar year. Don’t you think you’d be a little, shall we say, roughed up if that were really the case?”
“Oh, well…” Sadie flashed on the usual appearances of post-clientele prosties, the ones that were able to walk out under their own power anyway, and swallowed hard. “I guess you’re right. I could, um, mess up my hair.” She ruffled the scarlet wig with one hand and looked hopefully from sapphire to indigo eyes.
“Not quite what I had in mind.” Blakely’s voice rumbled in his chest and Sadie noticed that with his jacket off, she could see a hint of black, curling hair peeking from the neckline of his plain white shirt. The scent of sandalwood soap was stronger and Holt also gave off that appealingly masculine scent of musk and something else she couldn’t quite name. Something fresh and sharp…The scents seemed to mix in her brain making her dizzy.
“What did you have in mind?” She kept her voice steady by force of will.
“Just this.” Blakely leaned toward her and Sadie drew back until she realized
it almost put her in the blond detective’s lap. She turned to look up at Holt and he was smiling, a look of cool condescension in his ice-blue eyes. On the whole, she thought she preferred the dark-haired detective’s openly predatory attitude to his partner’s sarcastic one.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll keep my hands to myself. Just gonna give you a little love mark on the side of your neck, okay?” Blakely raised his hands, palms up to show his intentions were honorable.
“Well…I guess. As long as that’s all you do. Make it quick.” Tilting her head, she offered him the side of her throat and gave an involuntary sigh when the sensual mouth descended, licking delicately along her slender neck before settling in the sensitive area beneath her ear to mark her. Blakely’s breath smelled like cinnamon. “Mmmm,” she moaned involuntarily, feeling the brush of his coarse curls against her tender flesh as he worked. What’s wrong with me? she wondered, even as she responded to the searing mouth on her throat. I shouldn’t be acting like this. Blakely did something hot with his tongue that made her gasp, but she didn’t try to pull away.
“Like that, huh?” he whispered. Raising his head for a moment, he looked over at Holt. “You joinin’ the party, babe?” he asked his partner, his voice low and sensual.
“One for each side?” The fair-haired detective raised a silvery-blond eyebrow. “How does the lady feel about that?” He looked at Sadie and the sapphire eyes were filled with the same sleepy sensuality that lit Blakely’s.
“Well, I…” To tell the truth, Sadie was pretty far gone. It was obviously wrong to be enjoying something that was simply a necessity, but she couldn’t quite seem to help herself.
“Good for your cover,” Blakely explained reasonably, his hot breath blowing against her ear. When she turned to look at him, the indigo eyes were dark and intense, and Sadie got the distinct feeling that he wanted his partner to do this with him. To share this with him for some reason. She wondered why, but somehow it didn’t seem important. He was right, after all—it was important that she look the part of a recently rented prostie and another love mark could only help that impression. She decided not to worry about it for now.
“When you put it that way…I guess so,” she heard herself saying.
With a low laugh, Blakely returned to the spot under her ear and then she felt another hot mouth—Holt’s—kissing lightly along the heavy pulse on the other side of her throat until he stopped to suck gently at the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder.
At that moment, something strange happened. When Holt’s mouth opened and his tongue touched her flesh it was as though the sensation from both sides had not just been doubled, but infinitely multiplied. Sadie stiffened between them and then melted helplessly into the embrace. Her nipples felt like two hard pebbles at the tips of her breasts and she pressed her thighs together tightly, trying to deny the heat and moisture that was gathering between them. It was hard to believe that this simple act when the two men weren’t touching her in any other way that was remotely sexual could make her respond so blatantly, but her arousal was undeniable.
“Goddess…” she breathed softly, drowning in the hot sensation of both mouths tasting her, sucking her, marking her. Involuntarily she reached out and gripped their legs, one in each hand, feeling the bunching of heavy thigh muscles under her palms as she did. Both men were excited, as excited as herself if not more so; she could feel it in the tension that thrummed through the big bodies on either side of her like an electric current. And I’m the conductor between them, she thought faintly. The strange thought was enough to bring her back to herself and she pushed suddenly, convulsively, away from them, using their legs as a prop to propel herself off the rickety bed.
“I think that’s enough, gentlemen.” Her voice shook as she stood in front of them and tried to catch her breath. She placed her hands on either side of her neck protectively, feeling how tender the flesh was.
“I guess.” Blakely looked disappointed, but Holt still looked amused.
“You look fairly roughed up now, I would say,” the blond detective drawled, annoying Sadie even as he agreed with her.
Sadie felt herself flush and forced herself to speak calmly. “Take me back to the common room now and I’ll meet you with the injection the new prosties are receiving at the back of the far dome at eight tonight. Be sure you’re on time.”
“We’ll be there, sweetheart,” Blakely assured her, rising from the rumpled bed and retrieving his jacket.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” Holt agreed.
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Reggie shifted restlessly on the bed. Despite the wine at dinner, she was too wired to sleep. She’d hoped the hot shower would help her wind down. But as she’d rubbed her own soapy hands over her wet skin, she’d found herself wishing Gabe would ignore his professional code of ethics and walk through that door and join her. Flustered, she’d finished with a quick, cold rinse and made a beeline for the bedroom before she did something stupid. Like try to jump him.
She flipped over on her back, trying to ignore the awareness that made every nerve ending tingle. She could feel him through the paper-thin walls, his heat, his masculinity, surging over her, overwhelming her with memories of the single, sultry night they’d shared.
As though with a will of its own, her hand trailed down her belly, lifting the hem of her pajama top so she could feel her own smooth skin. She remembered Gabe’s callused fingertips sliding over her, drifting up her ribcage to capture the soft weight of her breasts. His dark, fathomless eyes had flared with heat as he’d pulled her dress off her shoulders, revealing her to his gaze.
“Your nipples are the same gorgeous pink as your lips,” he murmured, sucking and licking one into his mouth. His thumb slid inside the lace edge of her panties, brushing over her clit in a matching rhythm. “I wonder what color these beautiful lips are.” His thumb traced the dripping seam of her sex, teasing the entrance of her body with shallow thrusts of his fingers.
Reggie’s thumb and forefinger pinched at her own nipple as wet heat pooled between her legs. God, it had been so long since she had been touched, since she had been fucked. Her other hand slid into her panties, fingers sliding into her damp, swollen folds. Her clit was a firm, throbbing bud, dying for the touch of the man sleeping on the couch less than twenty feet away.
Her breath hissed at the first touch of her sensitive skin, and she nearly came at the first brush of her finger. But as much as she needed the release, she wanted to slow down, savor it. It was pathetic, masturbating while the man she craved was so close by, but she couldn’t face another rejection. So for the first time since Gabe had reappeared in her life, she allowed herself to relive every look, every touch, every stroke.
He gazed down at her as she lay sprawled on the bed, eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Damn darlin’, you’re about the sweetest piece I’ve ever seen.” His drawl thickened with every syllable. “But I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t treat you properly.”
From what she could tell, there was nothing “proper” about their behavior, but she wasn’t about to argue as he started dropping soft, moist kisses down her neck and across her collarbones.
She twined her fingers in his hair, tugging insistently until his mouth hovered over her rock-hard nipple. The harsh, hungry sound he made as his lips pulled firmly sent a jolt of heat straight to her pussy. The hot, rigid length of his cock burned against her inner thigh, and she squirmed in anticipation of feeling his thick length buried inside her.
“Sweet thing, you taste so good I hardly know where to start.” He lavished attention to her breasts, alternating almost rough sucking with gentle, teasing lashes of his tongue. Oh God, she wanted—needed—to feel that skillful tongue on her pussy. Tugging at his hair, she guided his head down her belly.
“You read my mind.” He landed a
wet, sucking kiss just below her belly button and slid her panties down her legs. “Mm, you smell like peaches.” With a purely male sound of satisfaction he stroked his thumbs against her plump lips, spreading her wide for his hungry mouth.
Reggie circled her clit with her middle finger, wishing it was Gabe’s tongue flicking against the turgid flesh.
She nearly came at the first touch of his tongue, lapping at her clit before slipping down to probe her drenched slit.
She dipped her finger inside her throbbing pussy, imagining it was his thick cock pressing deep.
He soaked the plump head of his cock in her juices, stretching her wide as he sank into her with one powerful stroke. “Honey, you’re so tight and sweet,” he moaned, increasing the pace of his thrusts as she hitched her legs over his hips, opening herself more fully. “Your pussy feels so good, squeezing me like a tight little fist.”
No on had ever talked to her like this, in such graphic terms, and she would have been embarrassed if she hadn’t been so turned on. Sharp moans erupted from her chest in tandem with his thrusts. He reared up and grabbed her hips, driving into her in a hard, circling rhythm that made her thrash against the sheets and claw at the slick skin of his back.
Her fingers stilled on her clit as she sought to hold her orgasm at bay, just for few more seconds. She wanted to draw it out, relive the memory of him fucking her deep and hard for just a little longer.
He stilled his thrusts, watching her with hot, dark eyes as he traced his thumb against her lower lip, pressing it inside her mouth for her to suck. Then he settled that moist thumb in the slick folds of her pussy, right where they were joined. He held himself deep, impossibly deep inside her, grinding as his thumb circled and pressed against her throbbing clit.
“Open your eyes, Gina.” A long slow slide, a stroke of his thumb. “Open your eyes and look at me when you come.”
Her finger increased the pressure on her clit, every nerve pulsing as she imagined him watching her again. Her eyes drifted closed and she bit her lip against the cry working its way up her throat. She was coming, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t the same without his thick cock driving inside her.
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