knee, he slipped his thigh between hers and pressed it against her crotch.
Fuck. No panties!
She’d removed them on the way to Trev’s room, determined to pick up where they’d left off before her date. Before the big discovery . Plus, she had on a wispy skirt, one that simply feathered over Trev’s thigh, so when his leg pressed against her crotch, nothing interfered. Nothing.
The tiny hairs covering his leg tickled her pussy, and the liquid that had pooled between her legs trickled out, dripping onto his bare flesh.
Trev panted in her ear. “That scent. It’s you, Gracie. It’s all you.” He rocked his thigh against her, his skin dragging torturously over her sensitive lips and her clit.
Wetter than she’d ever believed possible, Grace could only gasp at the commotion his leg set off in her center.
“I have to touch you. Have to smell you. Lick you. Taste you.”
Grace’s eyes popped open as his hand skimmed up her naked thigh and over her butt cheek. Her distress quadrupled as she found herself staring into the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever seen.
Her initial perception of Trev had been one of masculine perfection. She’d been convinced no one else could compare. Yet the man who filled her doorway, clad in jeans and nothing else, his shoulders as wide as a football field, was just as handsome, and several inches taller.
Taller than Trev? As it was, Trev towered over her. In his arms she felt as petite as a porcelain doll. But Trev’s lover stood well over six feet, and every inch of that height was jam-packed full of hulking muscle. His piercing blue gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes hooded and his luscious, full red lips fixed in a frown.
Dear God, the man was breathtakingly beautiful. Every woman’s fantasy come to life.
“Max,” she whispered, shock burying itself deep in her bones.
Even as she voiced the name, Trev’s hand traveled closer to her pussy. He pulled his leg away seconds before a finger trailed over the seam of her pussy lips.
Trev swallowed audibly. “I have to touch Max too. Lick him. Taste him.”
Her jaw dropped. Trev had no idea Max stood behind him, watching his every move. She should say something. Would have said something, except Trev chose that second to slip his finger between her lips, deep, deep into her channel.
Her voice died a sudden death.
Max’s gaze lowered. From his angle he’d clearly be able to see Trev’s arm disappearing underneath her skirt. He’d have no doubt what Trev was doing to her.
Trev sighed. “Wet. God, you’re so wet. And tight.” He nibbled a path up her neck. “Max needs to taste you too. Lick you.”
Her heart slammed into her ribs. Her eyes widened. Max. The magnificent specimen of man taking in the entire scene in speculative silence.
Dear God. She needed him to taste her.
No, she didn’t. Definitely not. He was a stranger. A stranger in love with the guy currently seducing her.
Trev pumped his finger into her channel. Slowly, leisurely.
She couldn’t help it. Didn’t mean to do it, but she shuffled her legs farther apart, allowing him to delve deeper, add a second finger.
“Don’t leave, Gracie. Stay here. Live with me. We could do this every night.”
Grace searched desperately for her elusive voice. “Max,” she finally squeaked, although that was all she was capable of saying.
“Oh, yeah.” Trev nodded. “Max too. We could both do this. To you.” His voice dropped a notch. “Or to him.” Then lower still. “Or to me.”
Dear God, she had to respond, had to tell him Max was in the room with them. But she couldn’t say anything. The sensations simmering in her pussy were too damn wonderful. Each press of his fingers inside sent her spiraling closer to ecstasy.
She shouldn’t enjoy this. Shouldn’t desire more. The very experience should repulse. It did repulse. It did. Definitely. Repulsive. So damn repulsive she moaned.
The knowledge that Trev’s male lover watched should shrivel her
Fuck. No panties!
She’d removed them on the way to Trev’s room, determined to pick up where they’d left off before her date. Before the big discovery . Plus, she had on a wispy skirt, one that simply feathered over Trev’s thigh, so when his leg pressed against her crotch, nothing interfered. Nothing.
The tiny hairs covering his leg tickled her pussy, and the liquid that had pooled between her legs trickled out, dripping onto his bare flesh.
Trev panted in her ear. “That scent. It’s you, Gracie. It’s all you.” He rocked his thigh against her, his skin dragging torturously over her sensitive lips and her clit.
Wetter than she’d ever believed possible, Grace could only gasp at the commotion his leg set off in her center.
“I have to touch you. Have to smell you. Lick you. Taste you.”
Grace’s eyes popped open as his hand skimmed up her naked thigh and over her butt cheek. Her distress quadrupled as she found herself staring into the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever seen.
Her initial perception of Trev had been one of masculine perfection. She’d been convinced no one else could compare. Yet the man who filled her doorway, clad in jeans and nothing else, his shoulders as wide as a football field, was just as handsome, and several inches taller.
Taller than Trev? As it was, Trev towered over her. In his arms she felt as petite as a porcelain doll. But Trev’s lover stood well over six feet, and every inch of that height was jam-packed full of hulking muscle. His piercing blue gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes hooded and his luscious, full red lips fixed in a frown.
Dear God, the man was breathtakingly beautiful. Every woman’s fantasy come to life.
“Max,” she whispered, shock burying itself deep in her bones.
Even as she voiced the name, Trev’s hand traveled closer to her pussy. He pulled his leg away seconds before a finger trailed over the seam of her pussy lips.
Trev swallowed audibly. “I have to touch Max too. Lick him. Taste him.”
Her jaw dropped. Trev had no idea Max stood behind him, watching his every move. She should say something. Would have said something, except Trev chose that second to slip his finger between her lips, deep, deep into her channel.
Her voice died a sudden death.
Max’s gaze lowered. From his angle he’d clearly be able to see Trev’s arm disappearing underneath her skirt. He’d have no doubt what Trev was doing to her.
Trev sighed. “Wet. God, you’re so wet. And tight.” He nibbled a path up her neck. “Max needs to taste you too. Lick you.”
Her heart slammed into her ribs. Her eyes widened. Max. The magnificent specimen of man taking in the entire scene in speculative silence.
Dear God. She needed him to taste her.
No, she didn’t. Definitely not. He was a stranger. A stranger in love with the guy currently seducing her.
Trev pumped his finger into her channel. Slowly, leisurely.
She couldn’t help it. Didn’t mean to do it, but she shuffled her legs farther apart, allowing him to delve deeper, add a second finger.
“Don’t leave, Gracie. Stay here. Live with me. We could do this every night.”
Grace searched desperately for her elusive voice. “Max,” she finally squeaked, although that was all she was capable of saying.
“Oh, yeah.” Trev nodded. “Max too. We could both do this. To you.” His voice dropped a notch. “Or to him.” Then lower still. “Or to me.”
Dear God, she had to respond, had to tell him Max was in the room with them. But she couldn’t say anything. The sensations simmering in her pussy were too damn wonderful. Each press of his fingers inside sent her spiraling closer to ecstasy.
She shouldn’t enjoy this. Shouldn’t desire more. The very experience should repulse. It did repulse. It did. Definitely. Repulsive. So damn repulsive she moaned.
The knowledge that Trev’s male lover watched should shrivel her
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