me?”
“Absolutely.” Maria blew her guest a
kiss. “You don’t think I was going to be left out entirely, do you? You were so
hot. Pepper—I called you Pepper when I came.”
Sarah blinked.
“Your hair is so black against your
creamy skin. You were hot when I first greeted you at the door. I wanted to
stroke your nipples when Adam displayed them for me in the library. They were
so rosy they looked like they were blazing hot.” Maria paused to wet her lips. “I
can hardly wait to dip my tongue in your pussy. I know you must be hotter than
hot. Is it okay if I call you Pepper?”
Sarah chuckled and made a show of
fanning herself. “You have a vivid imagination, I’ll give you that. Call me whatever
you want. I’ve been called worse.” Sarah arched an eyebrow. “So is the master
bedroom the only room that has an ante room for watching?”
“Ah. You are a clever lady. No. So
does the room where I’m staying.”
“I thought it might.” A corner of
Sarah’s mouth turned up. “So you’re going to show me this room off your bedroom
so I can watch you and Adam.”
“Of course. That sounds only fair.” Maria
grinned and padded toward the house tugging Sarah by the hand. “I was wondering
how long it would take you to ask. Knowing you’re watching will be so exciting.”
Chapter Four
Adam bit down on a hamburger trying
to make sense of what was happening around him. He sat at one end of the picnic
table and Maria and Sarah sat on either side of him. They’d been frolicking
like two young fillies. Both of them had said they enjoyed spending time
getting to know each other.
How well did they know each other?
They’d both changed clothes since he’d
left in the morning. Had the maid helped their guest with that task? Maria had
on a lace halter that did absolutely nothing to conceal her dark nipples. She
also wore a short black skirt that revealed everything she had to offer when
she bent over to take beer out of the cooler.
He glanced at Sarah, grinning at
Maria as if they shared a secret. With satisfaction, he noted their visitor had
also dressed for the picnic. She wore a man’s style denim shirt knotted below
her breasts, exposing a bare midriff and an appealing navel. She hadn’t
bothered fastening any shirt buttons, so her breasts threatened to pop out
whenever she twisted from side to side. She also wore a short denim skirt. He
hadn’t seen her retrieve a beer but he was keenly aware if she did she would be
exposed completely to him and Maria—and that possibility didn’t seem to bother
her at all.
So what had happened while he was
gone? A lot, apparently. Had Maria already turned Sarah into her sex slave? He
had no doubt that she could and she would. Sweet Sarah Atkinson didn’t stand a
chance.
Why did that thought gnaw at him? They
were two adult women. He had no sole claim on either one. He reached for a beer
trying not to stare at the by-play going on between the two of them. If Maria
hadn’t enticed Sarah into her bed yet, it wouldn’t take much longer. And Sarah
had no idea what that could entail. She wasn’t accustomed to living on the
sexual edge. Maria thrived on it.
Who should he be pissed at? Maria
for her wily ways, or Sarah for her innocence?
“You seem very pensive, Adam,” Sarah
said, touching his arm. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Fine.” He swallowed at the sight of
a nipple peeking out around her shirt and watched Sarah absently tuck it back
behind the blue fabric. “So what did you two manage to do all day?”
“How many times do you have to ask?”
Sarah looked perplexed. “Maria gave me a guided tour of the grounds and the
house. We did some shopping. Chicago styles are a little different from those
here in California. And we went for a swim.” She batted her eyelashes. “Too bad
you couldn’t join us.”
“How did you like the pool?”
“It’s great.”
“Sarah’s an expert swimmer,” Maria
chimed in. She laughed, her
“Absolutely.” Maria blew her guest a
kiss. “You don’t think I was going to be left out entirely, do you? You were so
hot. Pepper—I called you Pepper when I came.”
Sarah blinked.
“Your hair is so black against your
creamy skin. You were hot when I first greeted you at the door. I wanted to
stroke your nipples when Adam displayed them for me in the library. They were
so rosy they looked like they were blazing hot.” Maria paused to wet her lips. “I
can hardly wait to dip my tongue in your pussy. I know you must be hotter than
hot. Is it okay if I call you Pepper?”
Sarah chuckled and made a show of
fanning herself. “You have a vivid imagination, I’ll give you that. Call me whatever
you want. I’ve been called worse.” Sarah arched an eyebrow. “So is the master
bedroom the only room that has an ante room for watching?”
“Ah. You are a clever lady. No. So
does the room where I’m staying.”
“I thought it might.” A corner of
Sarah’s mouth turned up. “So you’re going to show me this room off your bedroom
so I can watch you and Adam.”
“Of course. That sounds only fair.” Maria
grinned and padded toward the house tugging Sarah by the hand. “I was wondering
how long it would take you to ask. Knowing you’re watching will be so exciting.”
Chapter Four
Adam bit down on a hamburger trying
to make sense of what was happening around him. He sat at one end of the picnic
table and Maria and Sarah sat on either side of him. They’d been frolicking
like two young fillies. Both of them had said they enjoyed spending time
getting to know each other.
How well did they know each other?
They’d both changed clothes since he’d
left in the morning. Had the maid helped their guest with that task? Maria had
on a lace halter that did absolutely nothing to conceal her dark nipples. She
also wore a short black skirt that revealed everything she had to offer when
she bent over to take beer out of the cooler.
He glanced at Sarah, grinning at
Maria as if they shared a secret. With satisfaction, he noted their visitor had
also dressed for the picnic. She wore a man’s style denim shirt knotted below
her breasts, exposing a bare midriff and an appealing navel. She hadn’t
bothered fastening any shirt buttons, so her breasts threatened to pop out
whenever she twisted from side to side. She also wore a short denim skirt. He
hadn’t seen her retrieve a beer but he was keenly aware if she did she would be
exposed completely to him and Maria—and that possibility didn’t seem to bother
her at all.
So what had happened while he was
gone? A lot, apparently. Had Maria already turned Sarah into her sex slave? He
had no doubt that she could and she would. Sweet Sarah Atkinson didn’t stand a
chance.
Why did that thought gnaw at him? They
were two adult women. He had no sole claim on either one. He reached for a beer
trying not to stare at the by-play going on between the two of them. If Maria
hadn’t enticed Sarah into her bed yet, it wouldn’t take much longer. And Sarah
had no idea what that could entail. She wasn’t accustomed to living on the
sexual edge. Maria thrived on it.
Who should he be pissed at? Maria
for her wily ways, or Sarah for her innocence?
“You seem very pensive, Adam,” Sarah
said, touching his arm. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Fine.” He swallowed at the sight of
a nipple peeking out around her shirt and watched Sarah absently tuck it back
behind the blue fabric. “So what did you two manage to do all day?”
“How many times do you have to ask?”
Sarah looked perplexed. “Maria gave me a guided tour of the grounds and the
house. We did some shopping. Chicago styles are a little different from those
here in California. And we went for a swim.” She batted her eyelashes. “Too bad
you couldn’t join us.”
“How did you like the pool?”
“It’s great.”
“Sarah’s an expert swimmer,” Maria
chimed in. She laughed, her
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