I chew on my lip a moment, hoping he means that. The sight of both of them reaching under my skirt, my husband forcing his best friend to touch my pussy, threatens to rip the breath right from me, and when I feel the tangle of warm, blunt fingertips against my quivering flesh, I come to life, gasping in a breath and spreading my legs.Īsh smiles down at me. Slowly-so slowly that I think I might perish-Ash moves Embry’s hand higher and higher and higher, lingering at the lacy tops of my stockings, and then moving up to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. And I forget to breathe again.Īsh reaches over me and takes Embry’s hand, and Embry lets out a low groan as Ash guides his hand to my leg and presses it against my calf. The men lay on either side of me, propped up on their elbows, stretched out in long lines of muscle and expensive fabric. There must be a signal I don’t see, because then Embry pulls away and Ash is coaxing me onto the bed, onto my back. I’ve waited five years for this man, and he kisses me like he’s waited one hundred and five years to kiss me. It spills over my shoulders in silky waves as Embry continues to ravish my mouth, his tongue firm and seeking, his breaths in between kisses fast and desperate. I feel a tugging in my hair and I understand why Ash had me face Embry: he wanted to pull the elegant ballet bun loose and have my hair down and available for him. Ash catches me, positioning me so I can rest against his chest as Embry kisses me like he’ll never be able to kiss me again.
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