My heart pounds in anticipation as I lead the guys inside. Anticipation for what? I don't know. Something's been building between us all day, and this rising tension is bound to erupt any moment. I'm going to erupt. I can't take any more teasing, but to go through with what this tension has been insinuating... This can just be a tour of my place, just like I got one of their home. It can be another casual hangout. No pressure. No need for any kind of explosion.

       I drop my purse on the kitchen counter, and shuffle uncomfortably across my own home. Even Casper is unusually quiet. No teasing as I awkwardly offer them glasses of water. Lawson speaks for the both of them and I can't help but feel as though they're trying not to scare me away. It's like Lawson is holding an invisible leach on Casper, waiting until the perfect moment to let him pounce. My chest grows heavier with this mounting anticipation, air catching in my lungs.

       I move slowly through the tour; feet hesitant as I guide them around the house.

      Strangely enough, my bedroom is the last room in our tour. I swear I didn't do it on purpose. Maybe I've unintentionally been trying to avoid it... Hell, I try to avoid it now, but the guys walk in before I can object. I rush past them, trying to clean some of the mess as they explore.

      I can only compare them to toddlers. I've babysat better behaved toddlers. Toddlers get into everything. You take your eyes off them for two seconds and they've grabbed something they're not supposed to. Casper and Lawson are just as nosy. My head swivels between the two, unsure who I should be most worried about. They set off towards different ends of the room, making my job more difficult.

      Because of his track record, I pay Casper the most worry. When I notice what caught his attention, I'm half ready to follow Bar guy's lead and escape through my window.

       Casper reaches for the shirt and pair of boxers that they let me borrow, splayed carelessly on the corner chair that I reserve for dirty clothes. I've been meaning to wash them, but they've taken the number one spot in my spank bank, and I thought that secret would be safe with me.

       "Don't touch that!" I make a dash towards Casper, desperate to swipe the outfit away from him.

      "Don't touch my own shirt?" He asks, quirking his brows in challenge. Lawson let go of the damn leash, and my reaction only alerts him that he has something to tease me about. Easily 6 feet tall, Casper holds both items up, way out of my reach. I probably wouldn't be able to reach them even if I jumped.

       "Casper," I warn, voice breathy with distress.

       My warning only eggs him on more.

      "What's the big deal, Dez?" The evil twinkle in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. He knows. He knows what I did, and my skin turns crimson. I cover my cheeks with my hands, both in horror and in attempt to cool my fiery skin. "You didn't defile our clothes, did you? I don't think you have it in you to take advantage of our kindness like that."

      This blush isn't going away any time soon. And worst of all, if I soak this pair of underwear anymore, my arousal is going to leak threw my pants. Damn humiliation kink. I'm really screwed if Casper catches on to those specific desires of mine.

      Casper throws the shirt over his shoulder, eyes darkening as he holds my gaze. He moves slowly, taking pleasure in prolonging my humiliation. While I expect him to search the boxers for traces of my arousal, his eyes never leave mine. Instead, he flips the shorts inside out and brings it up to his face. I hold my breath as he sniffs the crotch hemline. He doesn't just smell it. He puts his nose right against the material, breathing in my scent as his eyes burn into mine.

      Goodbye all rational thought. Desirae Larue deceased. Cause of death: self-combustion. I don't know what to do with this urgency in my chest. I'm feeling too much. Uncertainty. Embarrassment. And most of all I'm horny, because despite my questionable sexual interests, Casper has earned himself a position in my top five dirtiest moments. In just a few seconds, he has worked me up so much, that I know all it would take is a simple brush of air on my clit to send me over the edge.

      He licks his lips and moans as he inhales the scent one more time. "This is my new favourite smell. I can smell the both of you."

       How the hell am I supposed to respond to that? It's no help that I'm suddenly imagining the many times Casper probably teased Lawson in that same pair of boxers.

       This is a whole new level of mortified, and as I think it can't possibly get worst, I hear a familiar click behind me. My heart drops in my stomach. I spin towards Lawson with a look of betrayal. Here I thought, I only had Casper to worry about.

       Lawson found my secret toy compartment.

       "Do not go in there!" I'm suddenly rushing towards Lawson, desperate to get his prying fingers away from my secret hiding spot. He looks away from the secret department and greets me with a blink of surprise. He doesn't step away though. He takes a sideway step to block my access to the door.

       I try to reach past him to close the door, but it's like fighting a brick wall. I huff in defeat and smack him in the chest. "What do you think you're doing?" I demand. "Do you pervs always go rooting through a woman's personal stuff?"

      "I remembered you having a trap door, as a kid. I was curious," he defends blandly. "This was not what I was expecting... Although, I've got to say that I'm pleasantly surprised."

        I'm too flustered to respond. That is until Lawson turns his head to have a more inquisitive look inside my sex toy compartment. Of course, the flogging paddle is closest to the front. It's screaming to be seen and has undoubtfully caught his attention. I realize solemnly that he's just as much trouble as Casper. Lawson simply has a better poker face. Which makes him that much more trouble. He reaches for the paddle, and I snap into action. I duck beneath his arm while he's distracted and shield the cupboard with my body.

      I'm all too aware of how easily he could move me. The bulging biceps in my line of view could oh so easily throw me around like a sack of potatoes. He towers over me. Ducking underneath him has me pressed against his chest, and he makes no move to back away. He leans closer. He presses both hands against my closet door frame, lowering his head to match my height.

       Holy intimidating. I'm struggling to compose myself. Casper wasn't wrong. Lawson smells delicious. I'm dying to get a taste, even the smallest lick of his Adam's apple. But... this would be a bad idea. I'm trying to stay strong, but it seems that Casper and Lawson might be my biggest weaknesses. Emphasis on biggest. The erection pressing into my thigh isn't helping the rational thinking. I try to hide the way it affects me. I shift my leg away, in show to get away, while purposely nudging him in the process.

       Lawson grunts, eyes growing an impossibly darker shade. "Step away from the door, Desirae."

       The way my name rolls off his tongue, has my eyes rolling in my head. "No," I huff stubbornly. Who is this and what have they done with the sweet, timid man I knew?

       Casper's laughter echoes through the room. I jump at his proximity. I didn't see him walk up, but Lawson has moved an inch to allow for Casper to join in on my towering. I cross my arms over my chest in attempt to maintain my front.

       Casper brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "Didn't I tell you I knew you'd be a brat?"

       I inhale sharply, making a pathetic attempt to slap his hand away.

      "A brat and a tease," Lawson agrees. I clamp my thighs together. Because just five words have my head spinning: Brat. Flogging paddle. Casper. Lawson. The possibilities are endless, and it's only a matter of time before my head loses the fight against the burning desire low in my stomach. Especially if they keep looking at me like that. Like they're craving me as much as my body wants them.

       "I think you wanted us to find your secret compartment," Lawson adds.

      "I certainly did not."

      "Why did you save your bedroom last?" Casper questions.

      "I didn't. I was hoping to avoid it all together."

      He snorts. "I don't recall you being so delusional."

     "I don't know what you're talking about."

      I'm proud of myself for not crumbling under their scrutinizing gazes, but then Lawson shocks the hell out of me. He takes my throat in one hand and tilts my chin upwards. His grip is gentle, no real pressure applied, but I'm not breathing either way. "I think we can stop pretending we don't all know where this is heading." His mouth is so close to mine that every word sends a breath of air on my lips. "While I'm a fan of foreplay, this tension has been long over drawn."

      My lips part soundlessly. My imagination is one thing, but to get confirmation of their shared desire is almost too much for my brain to comprehend. They're not messing around. They actually want this.

      "Desi," Casper's voice softens as if he can sense the swirling anxiety in my chest. "You can end this now if you want. Just tell us to stop. But we want this. We want you."

       I'm only capable of swallowing, still speechless. I want this so bad, but fear lingers in the back of my mind. Fear of setting myself up for disappointment for any kind of sexual interaction following this one. Fear of the awkwardness that will shadow the decisions we make tonight.

        "We need you to be very clear," Lawson pushes. "Do you want us to stop? Yes, or no?"

        My heart races, pounding pulse felt in my chest and blaring in my eardrums. Despite my apprehension, the idea of never knowing how tonight could have gone is worst that any other possible outcome. "No."