Another of our new arrivals, James Martin, did a paper for this scientific journal on robots. I did a search on his name and it came up.”
Rose loved investigating all of her guests, probably as soon as their money cleared the bank.
Ignoring Rose when she sent another message, I focused on finishing my log entry on the Adams. Then standing and stretching, I headed over to the window that looked out over the courtyard between the few buildings that were my world: the warehouse to my left and the dorms where the companions stayed to the right.
I watched two of my companions walk from the dormitory to the warehouse, more than likely headed over to finish the work that the Adams weren’t able to finish.
I hated the thought of shutting down my Adams. They weren’t perfect, but it wasn’t their fault. Watching Adrian and Phillip disappear into the warehouse, I didn’t need to see more to know they’d have the task the Adams were doing done in minutes. Unloading the boxes of supplies that arrived in the cargo area of the plane that brought our guests to the island kept the Adams busy. It was grunt work. But work they could do.
Staring past my buildings to the mountain that blocked my view of Rose’s mansion, I considered going back to the warehouse and dealing with the Adams later. “Probably wouldn’t be a bad idea,” I mumbled to myself, glancing at the clock and noting that it would be lunchtime soon. If Maggie was anything, she was a damned good cook, and word had it she was making enchiladas for lunch. I’d check in on Adrian and Phillip in the warehouse, go over the inventory list to make sure everything I’d ordered showed up, and double-check to make sure all the companions up at the mansion were behaving themselves with our guests.
I certainly wasn’t going back to the warehouse and the monitoring screens to check out our new guest, Miss Green, the lawyer. I wasn’t a voyeur, and I didn’t care how she looked while fucking Tomas and Nicolas at the same time.
5
Natalie
T omas stretched out next to me. Nicolas was on the other side of me. I looked down and saw their legs brush against each other. Their arms almost touched as they reached for me. But neither of them seemed to notice that they were so close to each other. All of their attention was on me.
God. I would pay willingly for this much attention from two gorgeous men every day—if I had that kind of money.
Which I didn’t.
“I’m going to remember every minute of these two weeks,” I murmured, letting my head fall back on thick long pillows.
“That’s the idea.” Nicolas brushed his fingers over my belly and looked up at me with very dark brown eyes.
My tummy fluttered, even though his touch was casual. I couldn’t believe how swollen and wet my pussy felt. It throbbed harder than the rest of me, making me feel like part of me had taken on a life of its own.
“I have a confession.” My two studs for hire might as well know the truth about me now. “I’ve never been with two men before.”
“How flattering.” Tomas’s sandy blond hair parted at an angle over his head. A wavy strand fell over his broad forehead, making him look rather roguish. “You seem very relaxed with us. We must be doing something right.”
I made a rather humiliating snorting sound, a forced laugh that I never gave much thought to when I was at work. But right now, it seemed so unladylike and unattractive. It amazed me that neither man’s expression changed. They adored me, and stared at me like I truly was a sex goddess. It was like they were the ones paying for time with me, and wanted to enjoy every minute of my perfection.
Except I was far from perfect.
“You two are doing everything right. I’m the one who’s the dunce.”
“Then you’re the sexiest dunce I’ve ever seen,” Nicolas muttered, his deep baritone scraping over my already raw and sensitive flesh.
“Now I know you’re paid to say that.”
“Nope.” Nicolas looked so serious I almost believed him.
“Okay. You’re right.” I thought I understood his point. “This is a fantasy, a living fantasy. I should quit thinking about money, or how I really look, or any of my imperfections.”
“Money doesn’t matter. And as for your imperfections, if that is what you’re focusing on right now, you must be getting really bored.” Tomas leaned into me, nipping at my lip. “Sweetheart, I don’t see any imperfections.”
“You’re right. I’m perfect,” I whispered, smiling as I relaxed against the bed. Who wouldn’t feel perfect with all this attention?
I closed my eyes, feeling every inch of me tingle and let him kiss me. When Nicolas found my breast and began suckling me, I jumped. But Tomas gripped my shoulder, pressing me farther into the large stuffed pillow behind my head, and deepened the kiss.
Their hands were everywhere, caressing and stroking me until a fire that started between my legs burned out of control throughout my entire body.
“This feels so good.” I felt I had to praise them somehow, let both men know how wonderful it was to have all of their attention.
Growing up under the close scrutiny of my father, the only men who dared to get close to me were ones who saw dollar signs. They were boring, self-focused, and seemed more interested in impressing my father than me. But these two knew nothing about me. I know they blessed me with so much attention because they were paid to do just that, but I was going to enjoy my fantasy. If I was cursed to be rich for the rest of my life, the least I could do was splurge and enjoy this erotic fantasy.
I opened my eyes just in time to see Nicolas’s very white teeth clasping my nipple and stretching it as he held on.
“Oh, Lord!” One of my hands was underneath Tomas’s body so I only had one hand free, which instantly went to Nicolas’s head.
It dawned on me this was the first time I’d touched either one of them intimately. And his black, shiny bald head was smoother than I imagined it would be. It didn’t feel like he shaved his head. It was so smooth I’d swear that no hair grew there at all. He didn’t let go, but looked up at me with an intensely penetrating stare that just about made me come.
“Her nipples sure crave the attention.” Tomas flicked the other one with his finger just hard enough to make me jump.
“Apparently so.” I hadn’t noticed this about me before. “Shit.”
Tomas shifted his body, touching my side everywhere as he slid down me and started feasting on my other breast.
“Watch us,” he instructed, his mouth full of nipple.
I lifted my head and did as I was told. Tomas, with his blond hair, and Nicolas, with his bald black head, had their faces right next to each other. But it was like neither knew the other was there. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen in my life. Both of them feasting on my breasts, taking their task very seriously with their eyes closed and humming with very deep baritones as if I fed them a meal they’d been craving all their lives.
And my God! What they did for me!
