Inked (Tattoos and Leather) by Jaymie Holland Page A

was to Nick now that she was sitting up. She tilted her chin, trying to look dignified despite the circumstances.
    It wasn’t until then that she realized the driver could see what the men were doing to her as well as her mostly naked body. There was no privacy glass between the driver and the back seat. She didn’t think she could have felt more mortified than she did at that moment.
    Nick unfastened the cuffs and she immediately started to pull up the bustier. Sean grasped her wrists and shook his head. “No.” He picked up a black dress bag that had been lying over the seatback in front of them. The dress bag looked suspiciously like hers. He unzipped the bag and slipped out a sexy red dress— her sexy red dress.
    “Where did you get—” Her eyes narrowed. “Drew gave you my dress?”
    “Don’t be too hard on the girl,” Sean said. “We can be quite persuasive.”
    Megan frowned as Nick said, “Put it on.”
    She would have argued just on principle’s sake, but then she wouldn’t be mostly naked anymore. “I don’t have a bra.”
    Nick shrugged. “You don’t need one.”
    Sean helped Megan slip out of the bustier and then he assisted her in sliding the dress over her head.
    She looked at her ankle boots. “These will look horrible with this dress.”
    With a grin, Sean produced a pair of her three-inch red heels. She sighed and removed her boots, then took the shoes from him and slipped them on.
    When she was dressed and Sean had smoothed her hair, they both helped her into her coat. She wrapped the belt around her, cinching it tightly.
    Sean climbed out next to the curb and took her hand to help her out of the car. She saw the skirt and shredded panties peeking out of the pocket of his coat and she flushed again.

Chapter 16
    In seconds, Nick and Sean had her between them and were sweeping her into an exclusive restaurant that before she’d only dreamed of going to. It was for the wealthy elite and the moment they stepped inside, she felt very cheaply dressed despite being in her nicest dress and heels.
    They were seated at a private corner table with Sean and Nick on either side of her. She felt trapped yet secure at the same time, as if these two men would take care of her no matter what happened.
    It was crazy.
    Everything felt surreal. The menu was in French and she had no idea what to order, so Sean ordered for her. He said she’d love the dishes that he’d ordered for her.
    The server presented a bottle of what he said was 2005 Chardonnay, Gaja and Rey, Langhe. After Nick approved the wine, the server poured three glasses of the Chardonnay.
    “To Megan,” Nick and Sean said together as they toasted with her and she felt herself blush.
    The wine was incredible—she’d never had anything like it in her life. So this was a sample of what the elite drank.
    When the appetizer arrived, Sean explained that the pan-seared scallops were in a hazelnut sauce. Accompanying the scallops were sautéed mushrooms.
    Rather than transferring the scallops and mushrooms to her plate, Nick took a scallop and cut it. He took his fork and speared the piece before holding it to Megan’s mouth.
    Her lips trembled a little as she parted them. He slid the fork into her mouth and she took the piece of scallop. Being fed was unbelievably seductive.
    She chewed, unable to take her gaze from Nick’s. “It’s delicious,” she said after she swallowed.
    Nick gave her a sexy smile that caused her stomach to swoop.
    “Try the mushrooms.” Sean speared a slice of mushroom and she turned to face him. He fed her the piece.
    Sean’s eyes held hers as she ate the mushroom slice. “This appetizer is amazing,” she said when she was finished.
    His smile was just as devastatingly sexy as Nick’s had been.
    The two men took turns taking bites for themselves and feeding Megan. It was like a slow, erotic dance that made her nipples hard and caused her to ache between her thighs.
    By the time dinner was presented, Megan was