Take a more aggressive approach, climbing onto Antonio's lap for a personal dance.

Instead of heading to the platform, you lock eyes with Antonio, a sudden boldness surging through you. Your newly plumped lips curve into a seductive smile as you make your decision. The music pulses around you, but all you can focus on is the handsome Italian watching you with obvious desire.

"I think Antonio deserves, like, something more personal," you announce, your voice breathy and light. Without waiting for permission, you slink toward him, hips swaying in your silver micro-skirt.

Antonio's eyebrows rise in pleasant surprise as you reach him, turning gracefully before lowering yourself onto his lap. "Bold little thing," he murmurs appreciatively, his accent thickening with arousal.

The Italian's hands immediately find your hips, his thumbs slipping beneath the hem of your tube top to caress bare skin. You roll your body against him in a slow, deliberate grind, feeling his immediate hardening response beneath you.

"Jesus," Blake mutters from across the table, drink forgotten in his hand. "David wasn't kidding about her."

You arch your back, pressing your ass firmly against Antonio's crotch while reaching up to run your fingers through his dark hair. His cologne—something expensive and musky—fills your senses as you lean down to speak directly into his ear.

"It would be, like, so hot if you fucked me right here," you whisper, the words flowing from you with shocking ease. "In front of your friends. So they can see how good I am."

Antonio's hands tighten on your hips, a sharp inhale revealing his interest. He turns to look at Marcus, something unspoken passing between them.

"The little bombshell wants to put on a real show," Antonio announces, one hand sliding up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your top. "I think we should give her what she wants, no?"

Marcus leans forward, setting his drink aside. "Jamie assured us discretion was absolute in this room."

"Total privacy," Blake confirms, his eyes never leaving your body as you continue grinding against Antonio. "Though the cameras..."

"For personal collections only," Marcus clarifies smoothly. "Nothing that leaves this circle."

Antonio's fingers slip beneath your top, finding your nipple and pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. "What do you say, bella? You want to be our entertainment tonight? All of us?"

Your head swims with desire, the fullness in your lips somehow connected to a throbbing emptiness between your legs. The thought of being passed between these powerful men sends a shock of arousal through you that would have horrified Rob but feels perfectly natural to Riley.

"Please," you breathe, your enhanced lips forming a perfect pout.

Antonio doesn't waste time. His hands move to the hem of your silver tube top, peeling it upward to expose your breasts to the appreciative gazes of the three businessmen. The cool air makes your nipples harden instantly.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, cupping them possessively before his fingers move to the waistband of your micro-skirt. "Let's see all of our entertainment, shall we?"

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