Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Suddenly, the hotel room’s door bursts open and bangs against the wall. I start, letting out a gasp, and turn to find Marcus stalking inside, his stare laser-focused on me, silently telling me he intends to strip me bare and consume me until I scream. Josh is right beside him, looking no less intent.
Instinctively, I take a step back, but I flare hot all over.
Marcus grabs my arm. “Baby girl…”
I shiver every time he calls me that. My mouth goes dry with sudden nerves. “W-we should talk.”
Josh’s expression hardens as he yanks off his tie. “Damn right. We’re going to get to that.”
“Eventually.” Marcus peels off his T-shirt and tosses it in the vague direction of his suitcase.
“Sex isn’t going to solve what’s wrong between us.” Despite knowing that’s true, I can’t stop looking as he bares his chest.
“It’s not.” His smile turns filthy. “But it will feel awfully good.”
Josh stares at me like he intends to swallow me whole. “And once we’ve channeled some of your anger and our frustration into pleasure, then we’ll be able to talk.”
That’s crazy. They’re crazy…but as he peels off his coat and dress shirt while Marcus loses his gym shorts, revealing the fact he’s not wearing a damn thing underneath, my mouth goes dry.
Lazily, Marcus strokes his hard cock, and I can’t stop watching.
“You need to be wearing a lot less,” he growls. “You want to take off that skirt for us or should we just lift it?”
“The blouse has to go, too,” Josh says.
“Absolutely.” Marcus turns to me. “You want us to suck your nipples through the fabric?”
I swallow, clenching against the surge of need their words incite. My head races but my thoughts won’t solidify. “It’s silk.”
He shrugs like he doesn’t care. “Take it off, or it will be ruined.”
Josh drops his pants and steps out of them. His boxer-briefs don’t leave much to the imagination, but the way he fills them out makes me weak-kneed. “Let’s get it off. You need help, sweetheart?”
“T-this isn’t smart. We should be talking about the future and—”
Marcus cuts me off with a kiss, slanting his lips over mine and surging inside my mouth as if he owns me. Josh saunters up behind me, blanketing my back with his body heat. His male scent—something sophisticated and musky—teases my senses and combines with Marcus’s salty pheromone bomb to make my heart jolt and race. Then Josh’s lips climb up my neck, and he lingers at my ear, nipping at my sensitive lobe with hot breaths. I whimper.
“If you don’t want this, tell us to stop.” He unfastens the buttons down the back of my blouse, kissing my spine until I shiver.
“One word is all it will take,” Marcus taunts, slowly thumbing my nipple through the silk and dragging his lips across my jaw before devouring my throat. “Can you say it?”
No. I’m toast. A voice in the back of my head tells me not to give in, but the way they touch and fondle me drowns me in a dark, hot pool of desire. Need swirls and twists between my legs. My skin is on fire. Every cell in my body feels attuned to them, in sync with them, desperate to rub up against them.
With an impatient cry, I give in to my need to feel them one more time and pull the blouse over my head, tossing it away while Josh unhooks my bra. As he slings it across the room, the cool air stiffens my nipples. But Marcus is ready with waiting palms and a hungry mouth to inflame them even more.
I nearly swoon in bliss.
Josh toys with the zipper at the back of my skirt. “Do you want this off? Do you want us to make you feel way more than good?”
When he fits a hand under my hem and settles insistent fingers across my panties, directly over my aching sex, the demands of my desire outweigh the practicalities of logic. I gasp. “Please.”
“That’s our girl,” he croons as he lowers the zipper and slides the satiny garment down my hips.
Marcus lifts his voracious mouth from one breast and sucks the other, tucking his fingers inside the waistband of my panties and prying between my folds. As he nips my tender tips with his teeth, his fingertips find my clit and start circling. Electricity lights me up. I grab him for support.
“I got you,” he murmurs before he inhales my stiff peak again and groans. “She’s sopping wet, buddy.”
“Just the way we like her.” Satisfaction rings in Josh’s voice. “Let’s pull those panties off and get inside her.”
“A-fucking-men.” Marcus nearly shreds my delicate underwear as he tugs them down my thighs.
Suddenly, Josh kisses the backs of my knees—which are surprisingly sensitive—and taps my ankle. “Step out.”
Hoping they ease my growing need soon, I stumble out of the last of my undergarments. Moments later, Josh’s underwear sails across the room to land near the mingled heap of our clothes.