I glance down at the amount of people attending tonight's paint session and then furrow my brows realising it's changed from a few hours ago.

We have a last minute addition.

I place the iPad down and then move for the stairs leading towards my apartment, foaming my spare room and grabbing one of the easels kept there before carrying it downstairs and setting it up for the tenth person.

People begin arriving and I smile as Lucy introduces her sister in law, Maia and they take a seat, already beginning to share a bottle on red between them.

I do a quick quick of my supplies and pop back upstairs to grab some more brushes and paint to share between the group and when I arrive back, most of the chairs are filled with friendly and familiar faces.

Only one chair sits unoccupied and I glance towards the door just in time to see the person slip through, another tagging along behind them.

Vincent gives me a soft smile and rubs the back of his neck, "hope you don't mind me signing up."

I shake my head and smile, "all are welcome," I look towards Enzo, "you however didn't sign up." I raise a brow at his cheeky face in return.

"But youll make space for me won't you, Dani?"

I narrow my eyes before huffing for the dramatics and then I nod. "Let me go get your stuff."

I wave towards the set up and the rest of the group, who I now realise are all ladies and are all looking between myself and the two men that stand across from me. "Start drinking and getting situated, I'll be right back."

I tune for the stairs but then feel someone following me and I look back to glance at Vincent.

"You tagging along?" I say sarcastically.

He grins, unrepentant at my tone. "My mother would be rolling in her grave if I let a woman heft a heavy object down a flight of stairs without offering my help."

"Oh, is this you offering your help. It looks a bit more like a macho man taking over."

He shrugs, "call it what you want, I'll still be helping you."

I shake my head slightly but lead him further up the stairs and into my spare room, pointing out the easel he can grab and then taking another few brushes and more to take back downstairs.

Vincent moves in front of me, his muscles stretching under the blue button up he wears as he carries the wooden easel down the stairs for me.

I try to look away from his lean muscles but call me a hussy, I stare like he was made from marble and I'm just admiring the art.

We reach the bottom to see Enzo sitting and messing with the brushes and the ladies all staring at him like they too are admiring a statue carved by the steadiest hands with a flourish for beautiful men.

Surely it's illegal for a man to be that hot, let alone to have two of them locked in this room with us.

I set up the easel, ignoring the two men to the best of my ability and turn to the women, since they've done this all before. "What did we want to paint today? I have flowers, fruit, other art we can use-"

Enzo catches the women's attention when he stands up and places two hands on Vincent's shoulders, rubbing them like he has a master plan brewing in his head.

Judging by Vincent's wide eyes, I'm right in assuming his friend is about to throw him into a den of lions.

I look around the woman,

Or lionesses.

"Art imitates life, right?" Enzo grins, "how about a naked man?"

"En-"

Enzo ignores Vincent and looks to the ladies and I lift a hand to cover my smile. "What do you say ladies, wanna see the detective all unbuttoned?"

Lucy nods, "we've never had a life subject, can't say I'm opposed to one looking like him." She giggles with her sister in law, the both of them already wine drunk.

I look towards Vincent to find his eyes on me.

Enzo pats his shoulders. "Loosen up, Vin."

I tilt my head at Vincent, telling him it's his choice with the action and he stands from the stool he'd occupied and start unbuttoning his shirt.

His eyes never leave mine, even as Enzo starts the chorus of wolf whistles and the ladies around us cheer like they're at a magic mike show.

My eyes dip down, watching as he deftly undoes each button before untucking the shirt and letting it fall from his shoulders.

I was wrong about him.

I mistook him for lean but once the shirt comes off I see the warrior born physique hiding under the blue collar facade he wears.

I swallow when his hands reach for the belt and unhook it, dragging the thick leather from around his waist and my hands tingle like I can already feel what it would feel like to have the belt wrapped around my wrists.

I blink.

His hands move to the zip of his trousers and he pops the bottom and drags the zip down before pausing, the pants undone at his hips but not off yet.

"Am I just posing full nude." His voice is thick with lust and I realise I've been watching him the whole time. I drag my eyes back up and see the dark wanton look in his eyes and I clear my throat.

"I have a sheet for you to cover up with." I fumble for a second before turning for the supply closet I store my coffee beans and more in, finding the white sheet I have folded in the corner. When I turn, Vincent is behind me.

I startle but not from fright.

"Sorry, I didn't know you'd followed me."

"Didn't want to get undressed in front of the masses, I might get mauled." He jokes, shaking his head and a piece of hair falls into his eyes.

He goes to brush it back and I stop him grabbing his wrist. "Don't fix it. It looks good."

He pauses and I realise I still have my hand around his wrist and I drop it, holding the sheet out to him with the other. "You can use this to cover up when you're naked."

He drops his trousers and then his boxers.

My eyes widen and I force them to the sky.

"I didn't mean get naked now."

He laughs, the sound throaty and deep. "Sorry, didn't think." His hands wraps around mind as he takes the sheet from me to wrap it around his waist and my eyes drop momentarily and I catch the deep V of his hips, and then the dark trail of hair leading towards-

I rip my eyes away but his chuckle has my cheeks burning.

He follows behind as I lead us back towards the group, my blush having died down dramatically when we reach them.

He steps past me as not the long stool that someone had placed in the middle and from the grin on Enzo's face, I'd say he's the culprit.

Vincent turn to me, "how do you want me positioned."

I move closer and direct him to sit and lean back on one arm.

Then I touch his knee on the leg farthest from me. "Bend this."

The sheet drops down his leg and I catch it with a quick finger and from the feminine geoan behind me, someone is disappointed.

It's only after I glance into Vincent's eyes and feel what's below my hands that I realise what I'm touching.

I swallow and ignore the molten heat in his gaze to adjust the sheet until it's draped over him, hiding any sign of the growing bulge between his legs.

I step back and feel a hand at my back, Enzo's hand curving around to waist to lead me towards the easel next to his.

We begin to paint and ignore the fact that Vincent's eyes haven't strayed from me, each second with his fixation on me making my own core tighten with need.

I shift in my seat and Enzo leans forward, his lips skimming my ear as he murmurs.

Do you think he'd rip himself from that chair and risk exposing everything to the women here if I shifted a little closer."

I glance up at Vincent and his eyes haven't dimmed with Enzo's lips so close to me so I turn my face toward him a little until his lips skim my cheek. "I think you'd have to try a little harder."

Enzo grins, his own eyes turning molten. "Challenge accepted."

I look back towards Vincent when Enzo tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and settles his hand on my thigh but Vincent only watches me with rapt attention, like he can't wait to get rid of the women surrounding us and get me all alone, with Enzo or without.

My stomach tightens and I realise I like having both their eyes on me, and I wouldn't mind having their hands on me either.

I may be a little broken to admit it, but I don't care anymore and if I want to fuck two guys, then I'm going to.

Enzo's grip tightens on my thigh like he can read my mind and I trap his fingers between my thighs.

Vincent's eyes move downward.

I'm going to hell.