Justin arched his lush eyebrows. “Are you a virgin?”
“Heavens, no.”
“Being a virgin isn’t something you need to be ashamed of.”
“B-but I’m not.”
Justin paused, considering. “We want you to pleasure yourself to completion, Miss Vincent.”
“What?”
“That’s the test.”
Anna glared at Justin to see if he was joking. Nope. He wasn’t. Justin Martel looked dead serious. “Why on Earth do you want me to do that?”
“Simple. We want an enthusiast bedmate. Someone to match our appetites. You can tell if a woman is enthusiastic in bed by watching her pleasure herself.”
Anna exhaled a strangled breath. If she were a computer processor, she’d have a system crash about now. Her sexuality wasn’t something she liked to flaunt about. That kind of private matter should stay in the bedroom where it belonged—definitely shouldn’t be discussed out in the open or be demonstrated in public.
“What’s the matter?” Justin asked.
Her tongue felt it like had been glued to the roof of her mouth. “I-I’m not really in the mood.”
“Do you want to forfeit the test?”
“N-no. I just… Give me a few minutes.” Anna hung her head, fixing her stare at the juncture of her thighs. If she’d secretly lusted on her interviewer earlier, now the mood was gone. Being naked in front of strangers did that to her. She felt vulnerable. Exposed.
“Maybe you need a little help?” Raphael’s voice startled her. He had sneaked beside her, his lips a hairsbreadth away from her ear. He skimmed the curve of her shoulder with his hand before he tugged her face to meet his.
Anna was captivated by how blue his eyes were. The irises looked like water from the deep ocean. Pure. Powerful. Feral. And no, they didn’t look like coloured contacts at all.
Ralph purred. “A little visual aid, perhaps?”
“V-visual aid?”
“Let’s play a game, shall we? I’ll show you mine, you’ll show me yours.”
“I…” Her brain imploded when she realised what he meant.
Ralph unzipped the fly on his cargo pants and freed his cock. Apparently, he was a commando type of guy, and good lord, the man was hard. When she saw him in that underwear shoot, she’d wondered what he would look like. Now, she knew. His cock was thick and long, virile, prime meat with the sole purpose to fuck and be blown.
Ralph clasped his shaft and stroked himself in languid motions. His cock pulsed. “I showed you mine. Now, it’s your turn.”
“Um.”
“Well?”
What the hell? She had already got her toes wet, might as well jump in with both feet. Anna scooted further to the middle of Justin’s desk, splaying her legs wider. She slid a hand between her thighs and thrust two fingers into her cunt. Closing her eyes, she focused on what she was doing. If I can’t come, I can fake it. I just need to make it convincing.
“We’ll know if you fake it,” Justin announced, as if he could read her mind.
Her eyes flew open. Damn. How did he know?
Justin and Matt flashed an all-knowing smile. “You’re so easy to read, Miss Vincent. We’re purveyors of carnal delight. We know when somebody’s faking an orgasm,” Justin explained.
Ralph tugged her face with his free hand. “Watch me. You obviously need help.”
Her eyes drifted to his crotch again. His cock was fully erect, hard and pulsing. Her heart pounded fast. Heat rose. She hated to admit it but the sight of him pleasuring himself turned her on. The lust pushed away her embarrassment, annoyance and the little anger she had felt earlier.