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indifference had led to her to believe that she was unworthy of attention.
    Paige started as he squeezed the small mound of her breast. A brief flash of pain raced through her. She bit into her lower lip, fighting the urge to ask for more.
    He let go of her breast. Paige’s breath sped as his hand moved with deliberate slowness from her belly down to her hip. The anticipation was thrilling, like nothing she had ever felt before.
    “But he’s watching.” Paige inclined her head toward the Nordic-looking giant he’d called Raine.
    “Of course he is. He wants to watch you as much as you want to watch him. It wouldn’t be nice to let him down.” She tried to twist her body around and out of view, but Alan held her in place. He might not be half as brawny as his friend, but his body was lean, fast—a coiled strength instead of a brutish one. “Isn’t that what you called me? Nice ? I would hate to make a liar out of you.”
    He was taunting her, but instead of being upset, her pussy reacted with a surge of wetness as he caressed her thigh. He pulled up the hem of her skirt, slow inch by slow inch, giving her all the time in the world to think about what she was about to let him do. What she wanted him to do. In front of a total stranger.
    Across the room, Raine’s eyes flashed brighter. The energy pouring off Alan began to build. Deep within her core, Paige could feel her own spark rekindle.
    Paige hissed in a breath as he slid his hand under the elastic of her panties. She felt a shock of shame at how much his commanding ways thrilled her. His strong finger caressed the outer lips of her pussy for a moment.
    His breath took on a primal rhythm against her ear. “You’re so wet.”
    She shook her head, denying what was so obviously true.
    “Your cunt tells a different story.”
    His finger delved inside. Paige bit down on her lip so hard it stung. Her lungs were near bursting. She didn't dare breathe, frightened of what sound might come out of her when she did. He moved his finger in slow circles over her clit. Pulses of electricity shot through her with every revolution.
    Paige clenched her eyes shut, torn between sensation and shame. But even the darkness provided no shelter. She could feel their eyes on her. Strange, glowing eyes. Two men—two strangers—wanted to watch her come.
    “Open your eyes, Paige,” Alan commanded. “You want this.”
    Dear God, she did. But fear stopped her. She wasn’t this kind of person. She couldn’t be. Opening her eyes, seeing her lust reflected in someone else’s eyes would change everything that she believed about herself.
    He tightened his grip on her, crushing her body against his. The long ridge of his erection pressed against her back. Tension built inside her. She was so damn close to something that she hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe it was the thrill of the taboo, or maybe it was the skill of the man behind her. Usually it took her a long time to come, longer than Zach had been able to last, but now she found herself at the gates of orgasm in mere minutes.
    Alan increased the pressure, and sped up his movements. Paige tasted blood as she bit her lip, trying for silence as her body trembled uncontrollably. It was a futile effort. A single cry escaped as bright, white pleasure coursed through every pathway in her body, every vein, every nerve. She floated down only as his hand slowed between her thighs.
    Paige stilled, and leaned back against the hard plane of Alan’s body, until she rallied enough courage to open her eyes. Every head was turned her way; every gaze was on her. They’d all seen her. They’d all heard her.
    Everything inside of her seized up as the thrill of moments before disappeared. Mortification quickly took its place.
    “I’m so sorry.” She muttered the scattershot apology before pulling away from Alan in earnest. He let her go. She didn’t look back at him. She didn’t dare.
    It didn’t matter what he thought of her. All that mattered