The door chimed, letting them know they had reached their destination. He led her out of the elevator car and down the hall with a hand on the small of her back.
Three doors down, he stopped and used a magnetic card to unlock and open the door.
The suite was just as impressive as the rest of the hotel. In the elegant sitting room, Thomas removed his jacket. Amber watched the muscles in his back move as he went to the bar. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. She’d never seen him without a jacket. Her imagination had been the only thing she’d had when she’d thought about what his clothing hid. The thin dress shirt he had on under his jacket was tight and showed just enough to tease.
“Glass of wine?” he asked, pulling out a bottle.
“Yes, please,” she answered, glad to have her voice back.
There was a small dining table next to a large window. The table was set with white linens as if it was waiting to be used. Amber placed her purse on the table. A door that must lead to the bedroom stood open.
“Are you hungry?” Thomas asked behind her.
Amber jumped, unaware he had moved so close.
“What?” she asked, trying to get her mind away from the bedroom.
“I thought I heard voices.”
Amber snapped her head back around to the bedroom. Jake Grant walked out with a wicked look in his eyes and an easy grin.
He wore a pair of faded jeans and a tight black T-shirt. Knowing she would be drooling any minute, Amber quickly looked at Thomas.
Thomas held three glasses, obviously expecting Jake. Any thoughts of an erotic night of play quickly left her head. She hadn’t realised how much she had been hoping until the fantasy crashed down.
“You remember my partner, Jake Grant, don’t you?” he asked unnecessarily.
“Yes, of course,” Amber answered and turned back to the other man. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Grant.”
He nodded and walked closer. “And you as well, Ms. Wilson,” he told her as he took a glass of wine.
Amber shifted uneasily, unsure on what to do next. Her feet were starting to hurt because of the height of the heels, but she wasn’t sure how long she would be staying, so she didn’t want to just sit and take them off.
“Shall we sit and get to know one another better?” Thomas offered.
Grateful, Amber nodded and sat on the edge of the plush couch on the middle cushion. Both men surprised her by taking a seat on either side of her.
Amber sipped at her wine to have something to do with her hands.
“So you won the bid on this rascal, huh?” Jake asked and leaned closer.
She could feel the heat from his body against her scantily-clothed self.
“Yes. I…I’ve never been to one of the auctions before. I think I got a little carried away,” she told him and tried to justify spending five thousand dollars.
“Are you saying I’m not worth that much?” Thomas asked with hurt heavy in his voice.
Amber quickly glanced over, relieved to see the teasing smirk on his face. “Oh no, Mr. Baldwin, I’m sure you’re worth every penny.”
The words were out of her mouth before she had a chance to censor them. She blushed as soon as she realised what she’d said.
The men, however, weren’t embarrassed. Jake laughed full out on her right side while Thomas leant in to her left.
“Mr. Baldwin?” he asked. “I think after the money you just spent you should call me Thomas.”
His breath whispered against her skin and she shivered.
“And I’ll call you Amber,” he added.
She nodded. His mouth was so close that if she just moved an inch she would be able to feel his lips against hers.
“You can call me whatever you want.” Jake’s voice came from her other side, just as close as Thomas’s. “But I’d prefer if you screamed it.”
Amber wasn’t sure she’d really heard his last words or if she’d imagined them until Thomas chuckled.
Thomas pulled back and lifted his wineglass to his lips. She watched entranced as his throat worked. He held her gaze the entire time.
When he pulled the glass away from his lips, he winked. “You’ll have to excuse Jake. He’s never had the patience for seduction,” he told her.
Jake growled in response as Amber thought about what he said.
“Seduction?” she repeated. As her mind whirled with thoughts on what the men were talking about, her body had already started to respond to the meaning behind the words. Her nipples were hard and stiff poking through the thin material of her dress, and she could feel the dampness of her sex as liquid pooled in her panties.
“Yes. I keep telling him patience will get him what he wants in the end,” Thomas continued as he stood. “Let’s see what room service sent up for dinner.
Amber tried to keep up with what was going on. Was she being seduced? Or was she supposed to seduce him? Them? She finished off her wine in a couple of gulps.
Jake took the wineglass from her hand the moment it was empty. He pressed against her as he set it on the coffee table.
“Seduction is a waste of time in my opinion,” he murmured. “If a man wants a woman and she wants him in return, I don’t see anything wrong with moving to the physical part.”
With him so close, Amber couldn’t argue his point. His hand brushed her knee and she barely held back a gasp. Didn’t they know what they were doing to her? Sweat prickled around her hairline and started to slide down her neck. Her hands shook and she clenched them tight. If she got any hotter, she would combust.
“This is a lovely dress,” Jake told her as his hand settled firmly on her leg. The silk material rubbed against her heated skin as he stroked the dress. “So soft and lovely.”
She moaned. She couldn’t help it.
He moved his hand lower, over her knee and down. “Great shoes too. But wouldn’t you be more comfortable with them off?” He removed one shoe as he asked. He held her foot and rubbed the arch. “You have lovely skin. Soft and silky like your dress.”
She was trying not to pant. Honest she was. Jake’s hands felt like heaven.
He knelt in front of her and slipped off her other shoe. “I bet you’re just as soft everywhere.”
She looked at his left hand, which cradled her foot, until he tilted her head with his right, so she met his gaze.
“How’s this, darling? Good?” he asked and pushed down on the pressure point.
Her toes curled and she groaned.
“So vocal,” he said with a chuckle. “I hope you’re always like this.”
“I…you…” she stumbled.
“Just couldn’t keep your hands off,” Thomas grumbled as he returned to the couch with a tray.
Amber looked up, shocked. She had forgotten about him as soon as Jake’s hands touched her.
He brushed past his friend as retook his seat.
“I…we weren’t…” What was she trying to say? Even she didn’t know.
“It’s all right, darling. I didn’t expect him to behave anyway,” Thomas soothed.
Wide-eyed, she looked from one man to the other. Oh, she was being seduced all right. She just wasn’t sure by which one.
Thomas set the tray on the table next to her glass and lifted the lid.
“You gonna sit back down?” he asked Jake, motioning to the sofa.
Jake just smirked and shook his head. “I like it here.”
Thomas mumbled under his breath before he reached over to pick up some fruit from the tray.
“Taste this,” he ordered, raising a chocolate-covered strawberry to her mouth. “It looks delicious.”
Amber lifted a hand to take it from him, but Jake quickly grabbed both of hers in his. “Uh, no hands.”
With no other choice, she opened her mouth.