I was awestruck for a moment, blinded by his ripped torso and all that smooth, golden skin. He truly was a sexy man and I realized I hadn’t spent nearly enough time with him.
I had no idea how long I was staring when Mr. Snowden’s hand slipped into my hair and he jerked my head back.
“So, what? You thought you’d bring me here so your boyfriend could fuck me while I fuck you? Is that what you were thinking?”
Truthfully, I hadn’t gotten that far, but I was emphatically all right with that.
There was a rough growl that emanated from Mr. Parker. “Come here, girl,” he demanded. “You,” he addressed Mr. Snowden, “stay right there.”
The tone of his voice had me doing his bidding without thinking. I got to my knees and crawled to the end of the bed. His hand slid around behind my neck as I stared up into his eyes. My breaths raced in and out of my lungs. I knew this was all pretend, but I couldn’t fight the physical response I had to them. The thought of having them both right here and now… It was almost too much.
Mr. Parker leaned down until his breath was fanning my lips. I wanted to close the gap between our mouths, but I held myself back. He was in charge and I wasn’t going to cross that line.
But the moment he crushed his mouth to mine, I practically climbed his body, grabbing hold of him and wrapping myself around his neck. His lips were soft and smooth, his tongue insistent yet completely in control. I sighed against him, never wanting him to stop kissing me. It was the first time I’d felt his mouth on mine in something more than a chaste brushing of lips and I wanted to spend hours getting to know him intimately, learning the things that made him moan.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he pulled back.
It was then that I realized my legs were around his waist, my arms around his neck, and he was standing tall. How I got there, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t about to move.
Mr. Parker pressed his forehead to mine. He was breathing as roughly as I was.
“What am I going to do with you, little rebel?” he asked, his voice a deep rasp.
“Whatever you want, Mr. Parker.” I hadn’t meant to break character, but I needed him to know he could have me however he wanted me.
They both could.
He unceremoniously dumped me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving me. “I want you to show me what you’d be doing right now if I hadn’t come in.”
I smiled back at him and added a hint of sass to my tone when I said, “If that’s what you want.” I turned my attention to Mr. Snowden and retook my position on his lap.
I crushed my mouth to his, and this time, he kissed me fiercely. For a second, it was as though we were the only two people in the room. My body had a mind of its own, and I found myself grinding against the hard ridge of his erection as it pressed between my thighs.
When we broke for air, I smiled at him. “He wants to see what I’d be doing right now if he wasn’t here.”
Mr. Snowden didn’t say anything.
“Lie back so I can show him.”
Those golden eyes glittered and I knew right then that this was going to be a night none of us would ever forget.
Twenty-Two
JUSTIN
HONESTLY, I HADN’T COMPLETELY FIGURED out how this would work. Finding Addison and Ben in bed together had been quite impressive, but feigning the anger necessary to play my part wasn’t as easy when I wanted nothing more than to get this show on the road.
However, I had an unlimited supply of self-control and this was the best part. Getting the opportunity to dominate both of them at the same time while watching their interactions… I’d been waiting for this.
Pretending to be angry was not that easy for me, but I was nothing if not capable of playing my part.
“Show me,” I barked, watching as Addison straddled Ben. “Show me what you want to do to him.”
That seemed to be effective, because Ben finally reclined and Addison worked his boxer briefs down his legs, tossing them haphazardly to the floor. Once he was naked, her eyes trailed over his rock-hard body, practically devouring him.
When she wrapped her tiny fist around his enormous cock, my own dick surged to life.
“Show me,” I repeated, eager to see her take him in her mouth.
The little rebel leaned forward and pressed her lips to the thick, swollen head before licking him like an ice cream cone from tip to root and then back.
Ben hissed, his eyes locked on what she was doing to him.
“She’s a good little cocksucker,” I told him, still in character.
