The Sextet Presents... Bound by Voodoo [Legends] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Mellanie Szereto Page B

guests naked in her bed. She could do without supper, wine, and the movie if they gave her even the slightest indication they were attracted to her. Decadence would be a trio of horny men ready for sex beyond any of their wildest dreams.
    “Rory?” Winston rubbed his palm along her thigh, sending every nerve ending in her body into overdrive. “You in there?”
    “Hm?” Her ridiculous imagination had obviously made her brain zone out.
    He lifted one eyebrow at her. “The DVD player. It isn’t working right. Have you been having problems with it lately?”
    Switching gears, she shifted her gaze back to the television. It glowed bright blue. “I haven’t used it since the last time we had movie night. Two weeks ago?”
    “I’ll make sure the cables are all plugged in.” Barrett set his plate on the table as he stood. Striding across the room, he knelt in front of the TV stand and fiddled with the numerous cords. “Everything seems hooked up correctly. How long have you had it?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe three or four years?”
    “I’m guessing it died. How about we listen to some music instead?”
    Miles’s fork clanked against his plate. “Sounds good. I’m not really in the mood to watch a movie anyway.”
    “We could play strip poker.” The words were out of Rory’s mouth before they registered in her mind.
    Oh. My. God. I didn’t say that.
    Barrett grinned at her over his shoulder. “Only if you lose a few hands on purpose. We don’t want to be the only naked ones.”
    Both Winston and Miles laughed with him, but the best she could manage was a cough. Surely he was joking. She gulped several swallows of wine to clear her throat. “You could just ask me to undress you know.”
    Miles looked up her, his warm brown eyes reminding her of rich milk chocolate. “We could ask, but would you?”
    In a flash.
    What could she say to keep from having to answer his question? Stuffing another bite in her mouth, she stared down at her plate. Three pairs of eyes watched her. She didn’t have to scan the guys to know. An unscratchable itch was sending tingles up her spine. “You going to turn on some music, Barrett?”
    “Sure.” He stood and began humming a classic striptease tune.
    Nudging her with his elbow, Winston winked at her. “So, would you?”
    Her heart skipped a beat, and every flight instinct reared its feathered head. She shoved more enchilada past her lips.
    There! I can’t answer.
    “Maybe we need to ask.” Miles lifted her foot, slipping off her shoe. He repeated the action with her left foot and then slid his hand inside her pant leg to caress her calf. “Rory, will you undress for us?”
    Sucking in a breath at his question, she choked again, her eyes watering and her throat stinging. Her logical brain chastised her first.
    Be careful what you wish for.
    Then her pent-up passion and desire told her to rip off her clothes and take advantage of the invitation.
    This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Shouldn’t I take it?
    She set her plate on the end table, picking up her wineglass to drain it for courage. Not giving herself time to change her mind, she skimmed her hoodie over her head and reached for the hem of her long-sleeved T-shirt. Her hair flew in her face as she yanked off the top. Next, she stood and unfastened her jeans to shimmy them down over her hips. With a kick, they landed by the pile of her clothing, leaving her in her bra and underwear.
    Glancing from wide-eyed Barrett to a gape-mouthed Winston to a lip-licking Miles, she unhooked her triple-D sports bra. None of the guys had ever made her feel self-conscious about her breasts, so she let the straps slide from her shoulders to free her endowments. Without losing a beat, she tucked her thumbs in the side strings of her panties and bent to remove the thong.
    As she straightened, she put out her arms and spun in a slow circle. “Yes.”
    Each man’s breath had gone from slow and steady to panting. She’d clearly