you came for us yesterday.”
She caught movement from the corner of her eye, saw Ben’s expression change to one of true surprise. See? He didn’t know everything. He hadn’t known she was a peeping pervert. But Bone Daddy did. Rousseau did. She felt her face heat, but in spite of her embarrassment, she couldn’t stop her gaze from lowering to his erection. She’d felt it against her, seen it at a distance, but up close it seemed impossibly large. Her body felt hot, restless, and she shifted in her chair. A twinge in her leg brought her back to herself.
“We can’t have that. Can’t have anything distracting you from pleasure. I want all your attention on me. On us. At least until we are done.” He knelt down beside her, his hand smoothing over her left leg, from hip to knee.
His touch was a fire on her skin. She was so lost in the feeling it took her a moment to notice the pain. Or the lack of it.
Allegra gasped. The pain. It was gone again. Her leg hadn’t stopped hurting once in over a year, until the other night at the club, and then yesterday . . . Bone Daddy, with a single touch, had made it disappear. How had he done that? And did he say it was only temporary?
Her shock must have shown in her expression, and he gentled his eternally wicked smile. Repeating the words that had echoed through her mind the day before, he said, “Don’t think, Allegra Jarrod. Just feel.”
He kissed her. Bone Daddy. Rousseau. It didn’t seem to matter to her body which one it was. His lips were just as soft as she’d imagined, just as warm.
Her body trembled with adrenaline. Free from pain, drowning in arousal, she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his, welcoming him in.
He pulled back enough to look into her eyes, his own flickering like a golden flame. “Benjamin, since you’ve taken it upon yourself to be our third, I’ll ask you to make yourself useful.”
“I’m on it, BD.” She heard Ben’s footsteps taking him farther away, wondering at her confidant, masculine friend’s instant obedience, but she quickly forgot him again as Rousseau’s mouth pressed against hers once more. It was him. Bone Daddy. He had a way about him. It clouded your mind. He was a walking aphrodisiac.
He ate at her mouth, biting at her lips, then soothing the pain with tender licks. She felt him tug her dress down once more, willingly lifting her bottom off the chair long enough for him to sweep it away completely, along with her brand-new pair of pink lace underwear.
Her inhibitions seemed to shed along with her clothes. His taste, the feel of his smooth skin burning beneath her hands was addictive. She needed more.
Allegra wrapped both her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Her blood raced through her veins at the contact. This. This was what she needed, what she had laid awake dreaming of night after night. She pressed closer, kissing his delicious lips with all the pent-up passion stored inside her.
He growled, pulling back as he stood with her in his arms. “Knew you’d be like this. Knew you had a fire to match ours. You couldn’t hide it from me.”
He walked across the spacious living room toward the large platform bed against the wall. Allegra held on tight. “Rousseau thought you a hothouse flower, delicate and fragile. He didn’t think you’d be able to take what we wanted to give you. All the depraved and wicked things we wanted to do to you. We showed him your fantasies, your willingness to . . . experiment.”
He stopped, looking down at her with a surprisingly uncertain expression. “But was he right after all, cher ? Should I turn Benjamin away, and cover you with rose petals? Should I grope you carefully in the dark beneath the covers? Is that what you want? Tell me now.”
She didn’t hesitate. “No. That’s not what I want.”
“Then what?” He moved forward again until his knees hit the side of the bed, his gaze alert as he studied her. She could see the Loa,
She caught movement from the corner of her eye, saw Ben’s expression change to one of true surprise. See? He didn’t know everything. He hadn’t known she was a peeping pervert. But Bone Daddy did. Rousseau did. She felt her face heat, but in spite of her embarrassment, she couldn’t stop her gaze from lowering to his erection. She’d felt it against her, seen it at a distance, but up close it seemed impossibly large. Her body felt hot, restless, and she shifted in her chair. A twinge in her leg brought her back to herself.
“We can’t have that. Can’t have anything distracting you from pleasure. I want all your attention on me. On us. At least until we are done.” He knelt down beside her, his hand smoothing over her left leg, from hip to knee.
His touch was a fire on her skin. She was so lost in the feeling it took her a moment to notice the pain. Or the lack of it.
Allegra gasped. The pain. It was gone again. Her leg hadn’t stopped hurting once in over a year, until the other night at the club, and then yesterday . . . Bone Daddy, with a single touch, had made it disappear. How had he done that? And did he say it was only temporary?
Her shock must have shown in her expression, and he gentled his eternally wicked smile. Repeating the words that had echoed through her mind the day before, he said, “Don’t think, Allegra Jarrod. Just feel.”
He kissed her. Bone Daddy. Rousseau. It didn’t seem to matter to her body which one it was. His lips were just as soft as she’d imagined, just as warm.
Her body trembled with adrenaline. Free from pain, drowning in arousal, she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his, welcoming him in.
He pulled back enough to look into her eyes, his own flickering like a golden flame. “Benjamin, since you’ve taken it upon yourself to be our third, I’ll ask you to make yourself useful.”
“I’m on it, BD.” She heard Ben’s footsteps taking him farther away, wondering at her confidant, masculine friend’s instant obedience, but she quickly forgot him again as Rousseau’s mouth pressed against hers once more. It was him. Bone Daddy. He had a way about him. It clouded your mind. He was a walking aphrodisiac.
He ate at her mouth, biting at her lips, then soothing the pain with tender licks. She felt him tug her dress down once more, willingly lifting her bottom off the chair long enough for him to sweep it away completely, along with her brand-new pair of pink lace underwear.
Her inhibitions seemed to shed along with her clothes. His taste, the feel of his smooth skin burning beneath her hands was addictive. She needed more.
Allegra wrapped both her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Her blood raced through her veins at the contact. This. This was what she needed, what she had laid awake dreaming of night after night. She pressed closer, kissing his delicious lips with all the pent-up passion stored inside her.
He growled, pulling back as he stood with her in his arms. “Knew you’d be like this. Knew you had a fire to match ours. You couldn’t hide it from me.”
He walked across the spacious living room toward the large platform bed against the wall. Allegra held on tight. “Rousseau thought you a hothouse flower, delicate and fragile. He didn’t think you’d be able to take what we wanted to give you. All the depraved and wicked things we wanted to do to you. We showed him your fantasies, your willingness to . . . experiment.”
He stopped, looking down at her with a surprisingly uncertain expression. “But was he right after all, cher ? Should I turn Benjamin away, and cover you with rose petals? Should I grope you carefully in the dark beneath the covers? Is that what you want? Tell me now.”
She didn’t hesitate. “No. That’s not what I want.”
“Then what?” He moved forward again until his knees hit the side of the bed, his gaze alert as he studied her. She could see the Loa,
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