their threesome a bottle of wine.
She stepped forward and gasped. “You brought me wildflowers?”
“It was an impulse buy,” he said, a little helplessly, as she encircled his wrist and pulled him inside. “As was the wine.”
“They’re beautiful. Wine too? That’s so nice of you. Aidan, he brought us wine.”
“So I heard.” Her fiancé crossed the room to take the bottle from Sawyer. Their fingers brushed, and Sawyer sucked in a breath at the intensity of Aidan’s expression.
Damn, what kind of threesome was this? Did they think he was into guys too? If he signed on, he was interested in touching Layla—and only Layla.
“Nice vintage,” Aidan said, extending his other hand to Sawyer. “Aidan McMurray. Thanks for coming over.”
“Uh, no problem. I guess you know I’m Sawyer Blake.”
“I do. By the way, darling, your jeans are still undone.” While Layla blushed and yanked up her zipper, Aidan assessed Sawyer. “The hand you just shook was in my fiancée’s pussy not ten minutes ago. Just so you know.”
“Aidan!” Her shocked whisper made Sawyer laugh in spite of himself.
Maybe he hadn’t been wrong to peg her as an innocent. At least not entirely wrong.
“Thanks for the heads-up. So if I lick my fingers”—Sawyer lifted the hand he’d just had in Aidan’s to his mouth—“I’ll get a little myself.”
Aidan smirked. “Oh, you already did. Didn’t her lips taste good?”
This would definitely be a holy shit kind of night, Sawyer could already tell. Taking a deep breath, he hooked his fingers in Layla’s belt loops and tugged her closer. “I need a repeat to be sure.”
He cruised his tongue along her lower lip while she moaned softly at the back of her throat. He gave the same attention to the upper, briefly dipping between them to tap the tip of her tongue with his own. The move was playful, a promise of things to come. But passion blossomed in her eyes, as bright as the flowers he shoved into her hands when he stepped back.
“Mmm. Better than chocolate.”
Her throat bobbed with her rapid breaths. “I’m pretty sure even my knees are blushing right now.”
Aidan handed her the bottle of wine and winked. “Let’s see.”
“Stop it.” Laughing, she thumped Aidan in the stomach with the easy familiarity born from years together, then backed up toward a short hallway. “Let me just get these gorgeous flowers in water and check on dinner. Oh, and I need to change.”
“Why?” Sawyer couldn’t resist looking her up and down, even knowing her man was standing not five inches away. Right now, Aidan’s watchful stare acted as an aphrodisiac. Not that he needed much to incite his lust when it came to this particular redhead.
“I wanted to wear a dress. Jeans and a ratty old T-shirt don’t cut it.”
They did from where he was standing. Her jeans cupped her lean thighs and flared nicely over her hips, and her T-shirt clung to her pert breasts and tight nipples with a lover’s ardor. “But isn’t the whole point of this for us to just get you naked?”
Aidan chuckled and slapped Sawyer on the back before detouring into the sunken living room. “Guy’s got a point, sweetheart.”
With a noise that sounded suspiciously like pfft , Layla disappeared down the hall.
Sawyer barely had a chance to think how awkward this moment should be when Aidan motioned for him to join him in the other room. “Come on in and sit down.”
“Thanks.” Sawyer entered the spacious living area and chose a pale gray armchair across from the couch where Aidan sat. A huge fireplace done in sea-green marble caught his attention first, probably because of the array of photos of Aidan and Layla on the wall above. So many pictures. In each of them, they were smiling and hugging. The perfect kinky couple in love.
Sawyer cleared his throat. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you. Layla and I appreciate you giving us a chance to discuss our proposition.” Aidan whisked
She stepped forward and gasped. “You brought me wildflowers?”
“It was an impulse buy,” he said, a little helplessly, as she encircled his wrist and pulled him inside. “As was the wine.”
“They’re beautiful. Wine too? That’s so nice of you. Aidan, he brought us wine.”
“So I heard.” Her fiancé crossed the room to take the bottle from Sawyer. Their fingers brushed, and Sawyer sucked in a breath at the intensity of Aidan’s expression.
Damn, what kind of threesome was this? Did they think he was into guys too? If he signed on, he was interested in touching Layla—and only Layla.
“Nice vintage,” Aidan said, extending his other hand to Sawyer. “Aidan McMurray. Thanks for coming over.”
“Uh, no problem. I guess you know I’m Sawyer Blake.”
“I do. By the way, darling, your jeans are still undone.” While Layla blushed and yanked up her zipper, Aidan assessed Sawyer. “The hand you just shook was in my fiancée’s pussy not ten minutes ago. Just so you know.”
“Aidan!” Her shocked whisper made Sawyer laugh in spite of himself.
Maybe he hadn’t been wrong to peg her as an innocent. At least not entirely wrong.
“Thanks for the heads-up. So if I lick my fingers”—Sawyer lifted the hand he’d just had in Aidan’s to his mouth—“I’ll get a little myself.”
Aidan smirked. “Oh, you already did. Didn’t her lips taste good?”
This would definitely be a holy shit kind of night, Sawyer could already tell. Taking a deep breath, he hooked his fingers in Layla’s belt loops and tugged her closer. “I need a repeat to be sure.”
He cruised his tongue along her lower lip while she moaned softly at the back of her throat. He gave the same attention to the upper, briefly dipping between them to tap the tip of her tongue with his own. The move was playful, a promise of things to come. But passion blossomed in her eyes, as bright as the flowers he shoved into her hands when he stepped back.
“Mmm. Better than chocolate.”
Her throat bobbed with her rapid breaths. “I’m pretty sure even my knees are blushing right now.”
Aidan handed her the bottle of wine and winked. “Let’s see.”
“Stop it.” Laughing, she thumped Aidan in the stomach with the easy familiarity born from years together, then backed up toward a short hallway. “Let me just get these gorgeous flowers in water and check on dinner. Oh, and I need to change.”
“Why?” Sawyer couldn’t resist looking her up and down, even knowing her man was standing not five inches away. Right now, Aidan’s watchful stare acted as an aphrodisiac. Not that he needed much to incite his lust when it came to this particular redhead.
“I wanted to wear a dress. Jeans and a ratty old T-shirt don’t cut it.”
They did from where he was standing. Her jeans cupped her lean thighs and flared nicely over her hips, and her T-shirt clung to her pert breasts and tight nipples with a lover’s ardor. “But isn’t the whole point of this for us to just get you naked?”
Aidan chuckled and slapped Sawyer on the back before detouring into the sunken living room. “Guy’s got a point, sweetheart.”
With a noise that sounded suspiciously like pfft , Layla disappeared down the hall.
Sawyer barely had a chance to think how awkward this moment should be when Aidan motioned for him to join him in the other room. “Come on in and sit down.”
“Thanks.” Sawyer entered the spacious living area and chose a pale gray armchair across from the couch where Aidan sat. A huge fireplace done in sea-green marble caught his attention first, probably because of the array of photos of Aidan and Layla on the wall above. So many pictures. In each of them, they were smiling and hugging. The perfect kinky couple in love.
Sawyer cleared his throat. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you. Layla and I appreciate you giving us a chance to discuss our proposition.” Aidan whisked
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