But Dylan seems so different from Ricky. The good twin seems genuine and sincere in his interest in me, and there’s a charisma that radiates from this male form, pulling me in like Ricky never did.
All this flashes through my mind in the split second after he takes my hand, making me freeze. I must look like a startled rabbit, because Dylan abruptly lets go of my hand, looking at me with a sudden concern in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” he growls. “I didn’t mean to shock you.”
But I interrupt him, saying in a hoarse voice thick with emotion.
“No it’s no problem. You didn’t shock me. In fact, I want it,” comes my dulcet murmur. His blue eyes flare.
“Oh really?” comes that low growl. “You want it?”
I blush. What are we talking about here? But somehow, the language between men and women is universal no matter the setting. We both know what we’re talking about as the electricity crackles between our forms so bright that heat sparks in my heart.
“I do want it,” I confirm softly, looking deep into those blue eyes.
And my words are true because I do want it, despite my previous relationship with his twin. Because there are good twins and bad twins, and maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time, Dylan could really be interested in me despite all my faults and foibles, despite all my idiosyncratic tendencies and extra curves. Maybe this time things will be different … and I’ll get lucky.
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To be continued …
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Sneak Peek: Just Two Much
Caden
The handsome twins masquerade as go-go dancers in Vegas, and it was my turn to enjoy their moves. After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
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I saw her the minute she walked in. She was shy but looked around wide-eyed, trying to get her bearings in the dark. There were about ten girls in the group. It was your usual bachelorette squad, and as usual, they were more than a little drunk off their asses. As I watched, the girl in charge, obviously the bachelorette, whipped out a decanter from her purse, took a swig, and yelled “Yee-haw!” before leading the way to the center circle.
My brother Caleb was dancing at the moment in a banana hammock, the material stretchy and golden. He smiled at the girls, his moves flawless, showing off his pecs, abs and thighs as the girls flocked in a circle around him, oohing and ahing. A few began furiously digging into their purses for bills.
What can I say? My twin is sculpted and muscular. He’s a work of art because we work for these bods and aren’t afraid to use them.
But Caleb and I are just here for a weekend on a whim. It’s not like we need to dance for money – we’re billionaires after all, and more used to having girls dance for us. But sometimes it’s nice to turn the tables and be the object of lust for our bodies, instead of our wealth.
So Caleb ground and twisted, much to the delight of the women, and dropped to his heels, giving them a good look at those glutes before straightening again. I knew that more was coming though. He stood up and bent over, tensing his buttocks for the women to ogle. Not a few reached hands forward to touch, mouths gaping, although he skirted away just in time.
Here’s where it gets kinky. I snapped my blue banana hammock on and joined Caleb in the golden circle of light. Moving seamlessly, we began dancing in sync, grinding our hips, letting our huge bulges take the spotlight. But we went even further than that. We teased our fingers under the elastic of our hammocks, pulling the material aside fleetingly to tantalize the women with a glimpse of balls and maybe even a little hard shaft. Shit, the tip of my cock was poking out of my waistband because it was so stiff. I could see the outline of Caleb’s dick wrapped around his waist, like a snake in a blanket.
The girl with the auburn hair looked on with shock, her eyes wide as she downed mouthful after mouthful of alcohol. Management should have ripped that decanter from her hand because outside alcohol wasn’t allowed, but hey, that shit builds courage right?
At the same time, however, I had an odd urge to touch her. I wanted to make the color blaze in her cheeks and I could tell my twin had seen her too. Getting ready for our finale, we faced each other, not touching. Our hips gyrated with wide smiles on our faces as the girls cheered.
Slowly we ground our shafts closer and closer, inching forward little by little. The girls gasped, quite a few breathing hard as their eyes wide as they took in the show.
Finally, our groins touched, the gold fabric and the blue. Our members rubbed against each other through the cloth. Yeah, that’s right. My twin and I were grinding on each other, and let me tell you, based on the female screams all around, it was the hottest shit any of them had seen ever.
Meanwhile, the cute girl had finished whatever she was drinking and was now watching us with pure lust, undisguised, hungry and desperate. I could see that her hand had trailed down her pussy and she was fingering herself under the cocktail dress, her movements sharp and jerky. With a slight nod of my head, I gestured to the pit boss and he made his way over to the girl, whispering quietly in her ear.
Her eyes grew wide but she nodded and reached into her purse for some cash, handing it over wordlessly. Bingo! With one last smile, I made a thrusting movement with my hips, my twin doing the same and then we disengaged. We’d just secured another client … in the back room.
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About the Author
Cassandra Dee is a bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She started out writing erotica but transitioned to romance after falling for one too many book boyfriends.
When she’s not tapping away furiously at her laptop, Cassandra can be found drinking gallons of coffee and watching lots of reality TV. She also enjoys taking the neighbor’s dog for walks, aimlessly wandering the local grocery store, and of course, reading too much about the lives of her favorite celebrities.
Cassandra is living her own HEA with her husband and a beautiful baby boy.
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