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Romeo’s grunts turn into shouts of wordless pleasure. Honestly, I’ve never had someone enjoy fucking me so much as Romeo is right now. Obviously it’s just how he works and has nothing to do with me, but it still feels like a personal triumph.
    “Fuck!” he roars, his face transforming, his features twisting and contorting. It’s terrifying to witness. I close my eyes and feel his cock shuddering inside me. Even though Hawthorne stopped touching me, I’m seconds from another orgasm. Hawthorne pinches my nipples and sends me sailing over the edge.
    It’s my first orgasm ever that didn’t require direct stimulation. I hadn’t thought such a thing was possible… I’d thought women were lying about it. In all, I’m so shocked that the power of the orgasm itself is a little lessened.
    I open my eyes and see Hawthorne smirking down at me. He’s obviously pleased with himself, but I’m thinking he earned his swagger.
    Romeo is sweating, and he looks like he’s been sprayed in water for a hunk-of-the-month calendar. He grits his teeth and growls as he pushes himself away. It might be my imagination, but he does seem a little surprised. I wonder if maybe he doesn’t always get so excited. Maybe it really is me.
    I dismiss the thought. I know how attractive I am, and that means I also know how attractive I’m not . I can do magic with clothes and makeup, but my breasts aren’t large enough, my ass isn’t curvy enough. I wouldn’t say that any of these men are slumming when they touch me, but there’s no doubt in my mind that they’ve all had hotter women.
    “Tomorrow, you’re going to get tested,” Romeo says. He’s sitting on the edge of the coffee table, and for the first time since I met him—which granted wasn’t long ago, but I do know how to read people—he seems like he’s struggling to pull himself together.
    “Why?” I ask. I try to sit up, but Slade, who apparently likes holding me, or maybe just likes controlling me, squeezes me tight. I don’t fight it. “What makes you think I want to have sex with you guys again?”
    Hawthorne gives me an Are you fucking kidding me? look.
    Romeo clears his throat and stands. Now he’s back in control. So much poise for the human equivalent of a bulldozer. No, more like a cement truck, I decide. Bulldozers have too many angles. Romeo is massive but graceful. He even makes peeling off a used condom look hot.
    “I want you to be tested for a position with me,” he says as he leans over and collects his jacket. “With my company.”
    “Not a sexual position,” Hawthorne says. He’s not laughing, but he’s not not laughing, either.
    My face burns from embarrassment. “What kind of job?”
    “A safe one,” Romeo says. “Isn’t that what you need?”
    I stare at him, shock making my tongue thick and useless in my mouth. It’s the post-orgasmic haze that makes me slow, but lucky for me, Romeo isn’t watching my reaction. He walks behind the desk, opens a drawer and takes out a packet of tissues. Hawthorne helps me stand, and the tissues come in handy almost immediately. What I really need, I think, is a shower.
    “I don’t know what you mean,” I say. “But as long as the pay is better, I’m game for a new job.”
    I sense Hawthorne smirking next to me. I whirl on him. “I have no idea what you think you know, but you’re wrong.”
    “What did I do?” Hawthorne says to Slade. His faux outrage and surprise make me want to slap him, so I do. Or I try to. He catches my wrist, twists my arm behind me and pulls me up close to his solid body. As I stare into his gorgeous blue eyes, I realize it might be smarter for me to go home, grab my stuff and run. These men suspect something. If they start checking, they’ll learn that my last name is fake, as are all of my credentials.
    The problem is that I’ve never had the resources to truly cover my tracks.
    “Nothing bad will happen to you so long as you’re with us,” Hawthorne says. “If