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Chapter 50 : Mistress of My Mates' Pleasure

Jordan thrusts out his chest. “We dare you to take control of us.”

“If you can,” Wiley says with an impish grin.

Kent gives me the understated bedroom eyes that always make my knees wobble. “Do your worst.”

Relishing my role, I point to him. “I think we have a volunteer–get on the bed. Wiley. Jordan, your seats are ready.”

With both his brothers in their chairs, Kent stretches out on the bed, smoothing it around him. I lick my lips and approach him, taking a moment to survey all that manliness displayed before me, his arms extended, his legs open. He looks, oddly, like a medieval painting. Or maybe an ancient Greek sculpture.

“Kent, I’m going to drive you out of your mind until you beg for release.”

He doesn’t repeat his prompt to do my worst, but his eyes speak volumes.

“But first, I need something–and it doesn’t have lavender in it. It’s from Phaedra. Don’t go anywhere.”

I dart into the bathroom and return with a bottle of pure sandalwood oil. I pour a generous amount of san
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