“You’re not quite on our level when it comes to heavy lifting,” Eric adds with a wink. “Yet.”
I’m about to argue—after all, their twelve-inch dicks are pretty fucking heavy, and I lifted those just fine—but then I try to pick up a box of my own, and I can’t even get it up out of the trunk.
“Okay,” I relent. “But only because you’re so hot.”
“Did you hear that, man?” Chase chuckles.
“A supermodel thinks we’re hot.” Eric laughs. “If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that…”
I roll my eyes, jogging ahead of them so I can unlock the front door. “You’re already billionaires. You don’t fucking need it.”
When I pop the front door open, I’m mortified—but not exactly surprised.
“HELL YEAH!” Holly-Anne roars, a slice of pizza in one hand and the hair of the pizza delivery guy clutched in the other. He’s humming his ABCs between her legs, and from the looks of things, she’s wearing his delivery cap. “EAT MY PUSS, BABY! GO ON, EAT IT—YEAH, BABE, JUST LIKE—oh, hey Kare-bear!”
Of course, Chase and Eric pile in behind me before I can warn them that my sort-of roommate is getting head in our living room.
“You must be Holly-Anne,” Eric says, shooting her his shiniest billion-dollar smile.
“Huh. I didn’t know Pizza World did oral sex on delivery,” Chase says with an amused little snort.
“Oh, god. Sorry, guys. This is…I’m not even going to pretend it’s unusual,” I say, burying my face in my hands. “Just put the boxes over here.”
While Holly-Anne gives the pizza dude his tip and Lucy tries to get the pizza box open, Chase and Eric move all of the boxes of Protein Plus shakes into the kitchen.
“Are those your new fuck buddies?” Holly-Anne shouts from the living room.
“I prefer the term business partners!” I yell back, giggling.
“Does that mean you’ll be our girl?” Eric asks, putting down the last load of boxes. His muscles are bulging with exertion—but he carried those things like they weighed nothing at all.
My heart skips a fucking beat at his phrasing—our girl. Fuck, after the night they’ve given me, I want to be their fucking wife—but of course, that’s not what he means.
“I’m thinking about it,” I say with a
coy smile. “But you’ve made a very convincing case.”
“Get back to us soon.” Chase grabs me around the waist and pulls me in for a kiss goodbye. It’s long and lingering and involves a lot of tongue wrestling.
After a kiss like that, I’m tempted again to ask them to stay the night.
“Damn,” Holly-Anne says, meandering into the kitchen with Lucy in tow. “How do I get into this business?”
“Call us,” Eric says, laying a kiss of his own on my lips.
I’ve got to hand it to them—they even give Lucy a quick rub behind the ears before they head out.
Twelve-inch dicks, insatiable libidos, sexy fucking mouths…and they like cats.
I’m on cloud fucking nine right now, and not even Holly-Anne’s teasing can bring me down.
“So…what was all that about?” Holly-Anne asks. The smile on her face is a mile wide, and I know she doesn’t believe this whole business partner thing for a second.
“They want me to work for them, I guess,” I say, moving to the cabinet to get Lucy a bowl of cat food before she eats Holly-Anne’s entire deep dish and ends up with pizza farts.
“You guess?” Holly-Anne repeats. “From the looks of things, you’re doing plenty of work for them already, girl. These are the guys from the shower the other night, right?”
“Yep.” I push the bowl of cat food at Lucy, and she looks at me like she’d rather eat the pizza. “They, uh…they gave me another workout.”