Her cheeks burned as the word sandwiched tumbled around in her brain, inciting a host of naughty and provocative images. It wasn’t the first time her mind took that particular fork in the road. A hot, wicked threesome with her best buds was her most frequent fantasy. Who knew how many explosive orgasms she’d shuddered through while imagining Bram buried balls deep in her pussy as Ry’s cock pumped away in her ass. Or vice versa.
Just thinking about it now was enough to make her clit throb with anticipation. She smothered a groan and shifted in her chair, the soft wool of her slacks a tormenting friction on her inner thighs. The damp, clinging state of her panties shuttled a hot wave of embarrassment through her. Oh God. She was soaking wet and on the verge of orgasm—while one of the starring leads of her fantasies sat across from her, completely clueless of her predicament.
Ry’s nearness only added fuel to her fire. Although she knew she’d regret it, she risked a peek in his direction. He’d leaned back and rested his head on the top of the small tweed couch. His eyes were closed and his features relaxed, but she didn’t think he was asleep. Last night’s late shift was no doubt catching up with him though. Usually Donna, the evening manager, covered closing, but a nasty bug had put the woman out of commission the past few days.
Taking advantage of Ry’s unawareness, Lacey drank in his delicious masculinity. Dark stubble shadowed his strong jaw. It’d been a few days since he’d shaved. She loved him like this—sexy, with a rough edge. Here was the dangerous lover from her dreams. The man who controlled her body with one smoldering look and made her climax with one husky command.
Come.
Her clit tingled in response to the phantom whisper in her head. She squeezed her thighs together, the ache increasing. In her mind, Ry’s dusky eyelashes fluttered open and his heated gaze met hers. She knew he saw her naked need, her struggle to keep the looming orgasm at bay. The glint in his whisky-brown eyes informed her of the implausibility of avoiding the inevitable. Furthermore, he’d be the one to push her over the edge.
He lifted to his feet and walked to her desk, his presence overwhelming her senses, invading her space. His focus lingered on the tight buds of her nipples apparent beneath her sweater before drifting down to the V of her thighs. “Are you wet, baby?”
She tried to look away, but his adamant stare held her firm. Wouldn’t allow her to hide from him. She bit her lip and nodded.
“Show me.”
Anyone could come in and see her. How could she expose herself—in every sense of the word—to that possibility? Illicit excitement raced through her veins and sped up her pulse, making her dizzy and breathless.
“Do it, Lace. Let me see how much you want me.” Ry’s hand stroked over the impressive bulge tenting the fly of his jeans.
There was no way she could deny him. Or herself. Her fingers shook as she eased down her zipper and slowly revealed the first inch or so of her red silk thong. A satisfied growl rolled from Ry. “My favorite.”
That’s why she’d worn it. She knew how much he loved the texture of the silk against her skin. And he knew how much she loved it when he pulled the fabric snug between the cheeks of her ass, using the tormenting friction to tease her clit and labia, knowing full well the addition of his fingers applying pressure on the bunched elastic riding against her puckered rosebud would be enough to shoot her over the edge. But he never went that easy on her. No, he was a master at prolonging her pleasure. Keeping her suspended on the precipice of orgasm for endless hours.
The tension in his big body and the promise in his sinful eyes hinted she was in for a long night. “Take your pants off, Lace. Panties too.”
“But—”
“Now.” The firmness in his tone thrilled her. He’d find a delicious way to punish her for disobeying him. Of that she was certain.
She shimmied from her slacks and thong. Ry dropped onto his haunches and picked up her underwear. He buried his nose in the garment and inhaled with a lusty groan. The sound, along with the expression on his face, made her skin flush and her clit ache.
“Christ, you smell fucking good, Lace. I want to lap you up.” His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on the slip of scarlet silk. “But first I want to watch you play with that pretty little pussy for me.”
She whimpered and he grasped the edge of her chair, swiveling the seat sideways until she faced him fully. He tugged her closer so her butt rested on the edge of the padded leather. His warm, calloused palms slid along her inner thighs, refusing to touch her exactly where she wanted him most. He hooked her knees over the arms of the chair, opening her completely to his gaze. Cool air stirred across her wetness. A lush decadence spiraled within her. Under Ry’s hot, watchful stare, she was free to be as uninhibited as she pleased. There was no awkwardness, no shame. No worry that he would think her anything less than what she was.
A vibrant sex goddess.
The intensity in his eyes and the prominent tic in his jaw banished her ever-present doubts. There was also the massive erection straining at the placket of his jeans to consider. With fantasy Ry, she never questioned if he desired her. No, he wanted her. Always. Any way, every way, he could have her.
“You’re dripping, baby. And your clit is all swollen and glistening. I think you better rub it. Make it feel good for me.”
“But I want you to lick me.”
“I will. I’m plannin’ on spending all night eating out your sweet pussy. But I want you to strum that clit first. Get it nice and juicy for me.” He reached for her hand and sucked her index finger into his mouth, wetting it. She didn’t require extra lubrication, but the rasp of his tongue and slight scrape of his teeth was beyond arousing. A fresh surge of moisture trickled from her slit and slid toward the crack of her ass. Ry released her finger and guided it to her pussy. Her clit throbbed, begging for her touch, but she bypassed the demanding nubbin and grazed the slick folds of her labia, teasing herself. And Ry. His nostrils flared, his consuming focus glued to her motions. Undulating her hips, she dragged her fingertip higher in slow increments. She hovered just beneath the quivering bundle of nerves, waiting, stringing out the torment. Ry licked his lips, his erection thickening.
Unable to deny herself a second longer, she caressed her clit. The contact shot an electrical current of pleasure throughout her body, making her jolt. A moan snuck past her lips. “Ooh.”
Ry’s attention jerked to her face. His gaze locked with hers. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
She’d known he would ask. Ry was always all about the details. “My clit is wet and slippery.”
“Is it beating beneath your finger?”
“Not yet. Soon.”
“Tease it with little flicks.” A hungry hum of pleasure rumbled from Ry’s chest when she complied with his request. “You like that, don’t you, baby?”
“I like your tongue on me more. Or your cock. Inside me.”
A sexy, knowing smile tipped one corner of Ry’s mouth. “Maybe. But we both know what you like best.”
She tried to look away from his dark, seductive stare, but it reeled her in.
“What is it that you love most, Lace?”
“Y-you. Fucking me.”
“Where?”
“In my ass.” She bit her lip.
“What is Bram doing while I’m fucking your ass? Watching?”
She shook her head. “He’s with us. Filling my pussy.”
“That’s right. We’re fucking you together, baby. The way it’s always been meant to be. Our cocks are pounding into you, soaked with your juices.”