“What’s in it for us?”
“I can think of a few things,” I said, smirking up at her, all that silky hair falling like a curtain around us.
Her hands slid over my chest, her lips hovering just above mine. More hands glided over my chest as Heaven stood behind me.
“What do you think?” Everly looked up at Heaven.
“I wouldn’t mind getting wet,” she teased, her lips brushing my ear.
Yeah, these two feisty women could pull off this whole seductive maid thing.
And I was about to see just how far they’d be willing to take it.
Heaven
When Dante first showed us the note, I’d thought they were joking. Pretty rich boy. Maids. Who thought up this stuff? Other than porn writers?
However, based on the seduction routine taking place right now, I could tell they weren’t joking.
Nope. Not even a little.
The gleam in Everly’s eyes had told me that my sweet, innocent friend was excited to see how this played out. Initially, I’d considered hiding out in my room, but Everly had a way of persuading me to do things I wouldn’t normally do. And this was certainly at the top of that not-in-a-million-years-would-I-ever-do-that list.
Yet here I was.
Since I had an out in sight—I was leaving tomorrow—I couldn’t help but give in to that secret inner urge to indulge.
While we’d dressed, Everly had given me suggestions, telling me to enjoy it. It was make-believe after all. We didn’t have to be our usual selves; we could be anyone we wanted to be. Since I’d never done anything of this nature, I had followed her lead. The instant I saw the heated look on Dante’s face, I knew this was a role I wanted to explore. After all, how often did a girl get to step into someone else’s skin to play out someone else’s fantasies?
I grinned. Probably quite often in this house.
Dante got to his feet, Everly sliding her arm through his as she stared up at him dreamily. That wasn’t an act, I knew.
I fell into step, leaving the feather duster behind.
Practically molding herself to Dante’s side, Everly smiled up at him. “I might need a little help getting out of this uniform.”
Not missing a beat, he peered over at me. “Perhaps you could help her with that.”
Breath lodged in my throat. I might not be versed in this sexy, wicked world of theirs, but I wasn’t naïve, either. I knew what he was hinting at.
“Only if you watch,” I told him, sliding my hand over his forearm.
“It would be my pleasure.”
Funny, he was pulling off this role quite well. Almost as though he’d been born for it. Maybe every guy had a fantasy of seeing two women touching one another.
Dante stepped away, taking a seat, his eyes never leaving us. We were standing on the patio, the sun beating down overhead. It was broad daylight, and though the backyard felt private, I knew anyone could watch if they were determined enough.
Since Everly had taken the lead thus far, I decided it was my turn to flex my acting chops. I walked around behind her, slowly sliding her hair over one shoulder, letting my fingernail graze her neck. She tilted her head to the side as I reached for the tie on the halter.
“Take your time,” Dante instructed, his voice an octave deeper than usual.
I fluttered my lashes, following his rules. I worked the knot free, trailed my fingers down to the clasp on her back. I stepped in close, my hips pressing to her butt as I flipped the catch open. Rather than let the fabric fall to the floor, I reached around, holding it to her breasts, cupping them in the process. Her skin was so soft, a stark contrast to what I was used to.
Everly leaned back against me, her hands covering mine, urging me to tease. The whole point was to give Dante a show, so we did. I slid my hands over Everly’s breasts, releasing the fabric and allowing her warm skin to fill my hands. She inhaled sharply, her desire apparent. I continued the same treatment down her hips, moving to the zipper on the back of the skirt. I slid it down, allowed the black silk to flutter down her legs and pool at her feet. She stood there in all her naked glory and I could see the approval in Dante’s eyes.
“Your turn,” Everly rasped, turning in my arms. She glanced at my mouth briefly, then walked around me, a seduction playing out in broad daylight.
I didn’t bother hiding my reaction to having her hands on me. I’d thought about it plenty of times. I wasn’t a prude. And though Danny never understood my sexual desires, I knew that wasn’t the case here. They wouldn’t ostracize me for it. In fact, they would embrace it. Me.
