Bind Me (Private Listing #2)

I clear my throat and pick at the napkin in my lap. “Obviously, I have no intentions of dating anyone, but I don’t know what you guys have planned.”

My voice is tiny by the end of my statement. This is so embarrassing, but that’s what the arrangement is supposed to clarify, right? I mean, they aren’t asking me to be their girlfriend.

“Madison.”

My chin tips up, and I meet Seth’s captivating blue eyes.

“For what it’s worth, we rarely date. It’s not just a time thing, but that plays into it.” He takes a breath and blows it out. “This isn’t a typical arrangement. We would never ask something of you that we wouldn’t be willing to do ourselves. If we ask you not to date, then we would expect to do the same.”

The death grip on my chest loosens.

“However, there are events which we need to attend with a date, and there is only one of you…”

He trails off, but I can finish that statement. They will have women who are arm candy and might not take me to these functions. It would probably be odd if I show up with four men or a different one to each event. Or show up with my boss to anything, probably. Am I going to be their dirty little secret?

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shake off the weird feeling swirling in the pit of my stomach and smile at him. “Of course. That’s understandable.”

“I assure you nothing will happen between us and those women without discussing it with you first.” Seth’s assurance doesn’t make me feel better.

If anything, it makes me shrivel up inside a little more. What if I can’t be everything these guys need? What if one night a week with each of them and everyone on the weekend isn’t enough? Should I be constantly servicing them to keep them satisfied and content with only me?

I’m not sure when I’d fit in actual work.

Noah sits beside me. “It doesn’t happen.”

I meet his eyes, having lost track of what he’s saying. “What?”

“The type of woman we take to those events isn’t who we’re interested in.” He takes my hand and squeezes it. The heat in his eyes keeps me locked in. This connection between the two of us grows each time we interact. I should shy away from it, but I can’t help myself.

“This is why we need to draw up a contract, so we can all be aware of the behaviors that may cause friction among us.” Seth’s voice draws me back to him.

I nod, aware that they’re all watching me. “I understand.”

Seth cups my cheek. “We’ll talk more about it on Friday when you’ve had time to think about what’s important to you.”

“I’m in the mood for dessert.” Coop strolls over and leans with his hands pressed flat on the table across from me. His sky blue eyes rake over me, heating me up. “Anyone else?”

My heartbeat ratchets up as four hungry gazes fall on me.

“Are you willing to play, sweetheart?” Coop tilts his head, giving me an out if I need it.

But what I really need is these men.

“What did you have in mind?” My husky voice is the only sound in the room.

Coop lifts an eyebrow, and then his gaze falls on Seth, the ringleader.

“Princess, you can use your safe word any time to stop things completely, but tonight I want you to use green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop or pause.” His blue eyes sparkle with mischief, making my insides tighten in anticipation. “Sound good?”

“Yes, sir.”

His eyes darken. “Stand, princess.”

Noah pulls my chair away from the table and I stand. Every inch of me trembles, waiting for their touch.

“Coop, give me your tie.”

I turn to watch Coop’s wicked smile as he removes his black silk tie and walks over to put it in Seth’s hands. My panties dampen more, and I try not to press my thighs together.