Stanton Box Set

“Jeez, this is an extravagant affair,” I murmur as I look around.

“But do they make a good margarita?” Abbie whispers.

Bridget smiles. “I will get us some, back in a minute.”

The decorations have a distinct disco feel. There are mirrored balls and coloured lights circling around the room. The crowd is eclectic and it seems funny with everyone dressed in a uniform, like weird. Bridget finally returns from the bar with a round of margaritas when I see it. The four hottest men in history entering the room. It’s as if the room stands still in awe. I know I am. Ben, Cam and Adrian are in front and then, at the back, always at the back, is Joshua. Dear God, it’s every Magic Mike fantasy that I ever had. They are wearing the same outfits. White tight singlet, green army cargo pants, green army cap and dog chains.

“Shit,” Abbie purrs.

I smile deviously. “I know, right?” I whisper.

“Army,” Bridget whispers.

“And you know what that stands for?” Abbie murmurs as her eyes scan up and down the four gorgeous men.

I take a sip of my drink and smile. “Code for fuck me,” I whisper as my mind gives me a visual of being taken by that god.

“If you don’t tap Ben tonight, you’re an idiot,” Abbie says to Bridget as her eyes follow them.

“Hmm, maybe?” Bridget whispers.

My eyes scan up and down Joshua’s muscular body as he walks effortlessly through the crowd across the room. I can see every muscle in his arms and shoulders through the shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, his dark skin and ripped muscles are screaming at me … to every woman who is present. His dark hair and chiselled jaw line only accentuate his large red lips. My god he’s beautiful, how is it possible that one human being can be so virile….so blatantly sexual. His eyes search the room until they meet mine and he stops dead and smirks sexily at me as his eyes drop hungrily down my body. I feel the burn from his gaze as his eyes go back up to my face. He ticks his jaw and cracks his neck hard. There it is … the jackpot … more valuable than winning the lottery to any female with a pulse. My heart rate picks up speed in anticipation. He walks through the crowd on a mission and he grabs me roughly around the waist and jerks me toward him. Oh shit.

“If you have any intention of walking for two days, precious girl, I suggest you go home and change,” he whispers huskily.

I bite my lip to hide my smile, bingo.

His dilated eyes drop to my lips and I lick them slowly as anticipation runs through me. He jerks me to him again, he’s just so … ridiculously hot.

I feel myself weaken to his strength and a burst of arousal breaks the dam.

“Well?” he snaps.

I run my hand slowly down his face and kiss him slowly as my tongue rims his lips.

“I’ll forgo walking for a week if you give me what I want,” I whisper.

He cracks his neck hard again and kisses me roughly, all suction, all domination.

“Natasha, I mean it, when you look like that I can’t be held responsible for how rough I take you. You are playing with fire and are going to fucking cop it.”

Mmm, that’s sounds good. I smile sexily as I run my fingertip up the back of his neck.

“I hope so, Mr Stanton, you can’t have a party if you don’t send out an invitation,” I whisper into his ea

r as I lick it.

He bends and kisses me as he grabs the back of my hair and I feel his hardness pressing onto me. Oh shit, I could orgasm right here, doing just this. His tongue ploughs through my mouth and previews me a glimpse of what I am going to get tonight and, quite frankly, I don’t care if I can’t walk for a month. I need this … so damn hard.

“We are going home very soon,” he snaps and pulls out of my grip and walks to the bar.

I stumble back and turn and as I pull out of my arousal fog I see Cameron, Adrian, Abbie and Bridget’s eyes firmly on me. Oh shit, I forgot they were here listening.

“Oh my god, can we come home and watch you guys have sex?” Abbie giggles into her drink. “He should be put in a cage.”

I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. “You got that right,” I answer as I look around nervously. How does he make me forget where I am like that?

“Adrian, did you see Nicholas in that naval uniform?” I grab his arm.