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two could give pleasure, no doubt. But she wanted to preserve her virginity—no matter how badly her body ached otherwise. And still, something about Deke’s words bothered her. He sounded like he wanted to just…use her. Like she could be any woman he picked up in a bar and brought home for a quickie.
    “Then we’ll fuck you again,” Deke went on in his smoky voice. “Sleep an hour and fuck you once more, so hard and deep you won’t walk or sit for a week. How about 32
    it, kitten? Wanna say yes now?”
    The look on his face was pure predator. He wanted. To fuck. Nothing more. He could give a shit about helping her.
    She swallowed, trying to process through desire and anger and confusion.
    Separate fact from emotion . Dad had taught her that. From where she stood, Deke looked like an asshole, proving that maybe first impressions were right.
    “I came to you with a genuine request for a favor, and you act like you’re just looking for an easy lay you can abuse.”
    Deke shrugged. “Favor…fuck. It’s the same thing in this situation. If you can keep up with Luc and me for a night, you might be ready for whatever your pretty singer can dish out. You game?”
    “First, I plan to keep my virginity for Jesse. I told you that.” Shayla Black Decadent

    “Fine. Guess your ass and your jaw will be extra sore, but I can live without pussy. How ‘bout you, Luc?”
    Kimber flipped her gaze to the tall, dark, seductive one. He paused a long moment. “I’d never take anything Kimber didn’t want to give.”
    “See?” Deke sent her a tight smile. “So it’s all settled. Hop up on the table.” She watched him settle his fingers around the top button of his jeans and, with a flick of his wrist, open it, revealing a hint of the bare golden skin of his rippling abdomen.
    Nerves set in. Bullshit. They bit her like a pack of halfstarved wolves, nipping mercilessly at her bravado. He just…expected her to hop up on the table like she was offering herself up for an afternoon snack? He thought she’d just spread her legs and shove his dick in her mouth and—no.
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    She hadn’t come here for happily ever after. But she’d thought they would explain how this sort of sex worked. If there was touching involved, that they’d go slow, make sure she was comfortable. That pleasure would be something she’d give and receive. Not be crude, rude and try to scare her off. Kimber understood Deke’s point about words not sufficing.
    But now that her body was cooling—more with every word he spoke—logic was reasserting itself.
    “Second,” she went on, “I don’t like your attitude. You act like I could be anyone.
    Like, as long as I have a…wet hole of some variety that you can get into, you’re going to be happy.”
    Deke paused, seeming to think it over. “That’s pretty accurate. You get to learn.
    We get to come. It’s a win-win. Get on the table.” Shayla Black Decadent Now he thought he was going to order her around? Kimber watched as Deke reached for his zipper. Luc ripped his shirt off over his head and threw it on the floor, exposing swirls of dark chest hair and miles of firm olive-skinned muscle.
    Her frantic heartbeat and wild breathing signaled something deeper. Fear. Yeah, there it was now. Vicious and unrelenting. No matter what her father had taught her, this wasn’t going to simply be pushed aside. She couldn’t keep going forward in the face of it. If she let them, they’d lay her out, use every part of her damn near to exhaustion, then send her on her way without a backward glance. They’d overwhelm her and expect her to keep up. They’d be fast and furious. Strike, pound, fuck. Luc might care that she was inexperienced, maybe; she didn’t know him well enough to say for sure. Deke had made it perfectly clear that he only saw it as the loss of pussy, and he’d work around it.
    Bastard!
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    She grabbed her clothes from the counter, hopped into her pants, and slung her shirt over her