as Dominic, maybe more. My guess was Logan was about to remove Evie’s panties and he didn’t want Dominic to see anything.
“Okay.” Dominic exchanged a smirk with me. “I’ll try.”
When Logan moved in to kiss her, she looked wary. She took the blindfold, but didn’t put it on. “I don’t have to wear it. Seeing myself naked doesn’t violate the rule.”
Logan’s expression was ruthless, and his tone was that of a dominant. “Put it on.”
Fuck. It made me hot and my hand curled on Dominic’s leg. Logan slid off the seat so he was kneeling on the floorboard, his back facing Dominic and me, and obscuring Evie from view just as she donned the black mask.
“No cheating,” she said, her voice wavering.
Logan slipped the thin strap on the back of his head and positioned his blindfold down over his eyes. “I’ve got mine on now.”
I hopped up into Dominic’s lap, which allowed me to see over Logan’s shoulder, and to put Dominic’s hand on my thigh, high beneath my skirt. His warm palm smoothed up and down, but didn’t move inward. No, not yet. He’d stoke the fire until I was desperate, and then he’d make me burn.
Evie flinched when Logan put his hands on her knees and urged her to uncross them. Her lips pressed together when his hands moved upward, carrying her skirt with it, all the way until her black panties were exposed. I barely got a look before Logan wrapped his fingers around the sides and began tugging them off.
“No sex,” she said. Who exactly was she telling? It sounded more for herself than for him.
“No sex with my cock ,” he clarified.
I held my breath as the panties were worked past her knees, and she pulled one leg out, leaving the underwear on an ankle. A tiny landing strip of hair covered her slit, and it was sexy as hell. At her sides, Evie’s hands were clenched into fists. Her chest heaved rapidly.
“How’s that view, Dominic?” Logan asked.
“Still tinted and nighttime.”
“Great.” Logan’s palms trailed up Evie’s legs, gently pressing her knees apart. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, his hands curled, and he raked his fingernails down the insides of her legs, sensitizing her.
She jerked. “Oh my God.”
Logan bent, lowering his mouth to her knee, and his lips glided along the faint pink track marks he’d left on her pale skin. Goosebumps lifted on her legs, and she shuddered as he closed in.
“I’ve been dying to lick this pussy for the last thirty-seven days, Evie.”
Her tremble increased with anticipation as he hovered so close she could surely feel his breath. Her hands moved to clench the sides of her dress, and she went white-knuckled.
A short gasp punctuated the backseat when his mouth latched onto her clit. And since Logan was nestled between her parted legs, and they both had blindfolds on, there was no one to know Dominic was peeking except for me. I grinned and shook my head, but he just shrugged. Sort of like, “Can you blame me?” I couldn’t. It was so fucking hot.
“Oh, shit,” Evie said. Her back bowed from the leather seats, which forced Logan to clamp his hands on her legs, keeping her spread. Her head tilted back and she panted for breath as his tongue worked its way through her valley.
He didn’t stop or slow when her hand crushed into his hair. Either trying to drive him back or hold him in place, I couldn’t tell. Her moans grew louder as his face nuzzled. He attacked her like a man desperate for her orgasm, which he probably was. Maybe he’d edge her for a while and make her insane with need, just as Dominic loved to do to me. The tough skin of his palm caressed my thigh, each stroke inching closer to my pussy.
“God, don’t stop.” Evie’s whisper was more of a plea.
My legs opened and I shoved Dominic’s hand where I needed it, pressing his fingers to my aching clit. I shifted in his lap, rubbing myself against him. But it wasn’t enough.
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