Chapter 3

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"Here is your warm soup, Mrs. Brooks."

I offered her my best customer-service smile, but before I could step away, she grabbed my wrist.

"Alyssa, could you take him to the cabin to change his pants? I accidentally spilled water all over him."

I paused, following her gaze toward a tall, handsome man in his early twenties sitting beside her.

"And this is...?"

My thoughts raced. Brett was still waiting in the dressing room.

Yet here was another handsome target being handed to me on a silver platter!

"This is my husband, Chase. Please take him to change, his pants are completely soaked."

"Right this way, sir." I hid my smirk. A married man made the thrill ten times hotter!

As we walked down the narrow aisle, I deliberately slowed my pace, bumping my hips against his thighs. "Pardon me, right through here."

I brushed my fingers along his forearm, but he remained cold and stoic. I awkwardly ushered him inside.

I wondered what Brett would do when he saw Chase walk in.

Whatever. One was a loaded sugar daddy, and the other was a gorgeous piece of eye candy. Why not have both?

When I stepped into the cabin, I was surprised to find Brett wasn't there yet, which left me slightly disappointed.

Without warning, Chase shoved me hard against the leather bench, ripped my skirt upward, and slapped my ass with a loud crack!

"Slut! What were you doing rubbing your hips against me out there?"

I rolled my skirt up to my waist and arched my back. "Ah... I thought you were playing hard to get."

Chase shredded the thin fabric of my skirt with ease. "My wife was right there, you little whore!"

Smack! Another sting hit my skin, tearing a muffled groan from my lips.

He flipped me over, tearing my blouse open to grope and squeeze my bare breasts with fierce intensity. "You want this, don't you?"

I threw my arms around his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist with mock innocence. "Ah... please don't...!"

My feigned coyness clearly drove him wild.

He stripped off his trousers in a frenzy.

"Get on your knees and arch your back!"

While pretending to be helpless, my jaw nearly dropped.

Chase was wearing only a sheer thong underneath, bulging heavily and swollen tight.

Out of all the men I had ever serviced, he was easily the largest, making my mouth water with pure desire.

He rubbed his heavy length against my inner thighs. "Want me to push all the way in?"

Before I could answer, the cabin door clicked open.

Chase stiffened instantly, freezing in pure panic!

"I only stepped out to use the restroom, and you're already riding someone else?" Brett sneered from the doorway, pulling out his phone and tapping the screen to transfer another ten grand right in front of me.

"Get over here and service me first, or I'm canceling all my payments!"

Chase was terrified of getting caught by his wife, standing frozen without uttering a single word.

I looked at Brett standing by the door, then back at Chase pinning me down.

I sank onto my knees between them, taking one of each man's hands, letting one sit on the bench while the other stood behind me.

I arched my hips and rolled my waist with a seductive grin. "Why fight when we can have some real fun? We're on a schedule, boys. Why not both of you at once?"

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