Tea for Three

Tea for Three Kate St. James Uninhibited tea shop manager Layla Aziz struggles with her relationship with blond and buff construction worker Gil Cuthbert. After years of sleeping with any dude who tickles her libido, can she remain faithful to one guy? Then Gil surprises Layla by arranging a ménage with his best friend, dark and serious Hunter Cole. Gil, it seems, will do anything to keep Layla satisfied. That includes sharing her with ultra-sexy Hunter again and again. Not for just one orgasmfilled night, but for many more to come—as long as Gil’s in charge of her erotic needs. Sign her up!

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Tea for Three ISBN 9781419936531 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Tea for Three Copyright © 2011 Kate St. James Edited by Briana St. James Cover design by Syneca Photography: VISHstudios/Shutterstock.com Electronic book publication October 2011 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. The publisher and author(s) acknowledge the trademark status and trademark ownership of all trademarks, service marks and word marks mentioned in this book. The publisher does not have any control over, and does not assume any responsibility for, author or third-party Web sites or their content.

TEA FOR THREE

Kate St. James

Dedication For M.

Acknowledgements Thank you to my editor, Briana St. James (no relation!), for a wonderful introduction to Ellora’s Cave. I’m thrilled to count myself as an EC author.

Kate St. James

Chapter One Friday night. Time to cut loose! “Do you have a date with Rick?” Layla Aziz asked her coworker, Siri Jorgenson. “Nope.” Siri stood at the sink behind the counter of Tease, the tea shop Layla operated in Vancouver’s trendy Kitsilano neighborhood. As Layla cashed out behind the register, Siri wrung her washcloth and draped it on the faucet. “Apparently, Rickie’s prickie is stuck in the office tonight. Again, damn it.” Siri sighed. Layla peered at her. “Is everything okay with you two?” “I don’t know. Sometimes I think he—” Siri’s gaze darted toward Layla’s guy, Gil Cuthbert. He sat at a table by the window, black jacket slung on his chair and his hair mussed from the June day’s rain and wind. Layla couldn’t wait to tangle her fingers in those blond waves. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on Gil. The moment she’d hung the Closed sign on the glass-paned door, Gil’s blue gaze had tracked her every move. This morning, after they’d fucked in her rented apartment in back of the small Victorian house containing the shop, he’d promised her a surprise tonight guaranteed to rock her world. Her pussy tingled. But Gil—and her sexual appetite, unfortunately—would have to wait. She needed to talk to Siri. Catching Gil’s gaze, Layla flicked a hand at him, their unspoken communication for bug off. He grinned and extracted his smart phone from the pocket of his chambray

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shirt. Seconds later, his emails captured his concentration, providing Layla and Siri a modicum of privacy. “You think Rick’s what?” Layla asked beneath the melodious Indian music drifting from the sound system. “Not into me anymore,” Siri said. “Don’t be silly. You’re beautiful.” Siri’s ivory skin and Nordic-blond hair attracted nearly every heterosexual male who walked in the shop. “Men are easily bored.” Siri shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Are you sure?” “Positive. I’m having dinner with Grace. I haven’t seen her in ages. It’ll be fun.” Hint taken. Layla changed the subject. “Wow. Nico’s letting her out?” Siri’s best friend had married a controlling son of a bitch. Layla couldn’t fathom what classy Grace Delgado saw in Nico, other than he had hot Argentine tango instructor written all over him. Nico wasn’t as handsome as Gil, though. Layla liked her men blond and buff…except when she liked them dark and brooding. Like Gil’s business partner, Hunter Cole. Siri chuckled. “Grace goes out plenty with Nico.” “He orders her around.” Layla punched the keys to shut down the register. “Grace loves it. If she’s good, Nico rewards her. Grace lives for those rewards.” “That’s sick.” Layla locked the till. Turning, she reached for the false-bottomed tea tin on the crowded shelves behind them. Siri fetched her purse, compact umbrella and the night deposit bag. As Layla secreted the cash-register key into the tin’s false bottom, the shop bell tinkled. “Omigod, is that who I think it is?” Siri whispered, nudging Layla with the deposit bag.

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Layla glanced up from the tin. Hunter. His sage-green eyes stood out against his tanned skin, his jean-jacket-clad shoulders and closely shaven dark hair damp from the rain. Would the cool weather of early summer smell as good on him as it did on Gil? Gil rose from his chair. The two men clapped backs. Hunter removed his jacket, revealing a snug charcoal tank top and the tattooed deltoids that had wheedled into Layla’s sex dreams with alarming frequency lately. The intricate tribal tats snaked up Hunter’s triceps to meet at the back of his neck—licking territory. He hooked his jacket on a chair. The two men sat. Both tossed glances her way like a pair of salivating wolves. Layla’s nipples stiffened, and her clit thumped. “That’s him, all right,” she whispered to Siri. “He definitely fits your description. What did you call him? A template for cock and balls? I practically came on the spot.” Siri giggled softly. Layla cleared her throat. “Right.” She replaced the tea tin on the shelf. Why was Hunter here, tonight of all nights? Ruining her surprise. Her heart tripped. Wait. Was Hunter her surprise? She’d only met him once, a month ago. He managed the Cuthbert & Cole construction projects on the Island, returning to Vancouver every few weeks to hit the clubs and talk business with Gil. He’d spied them dancing at Forbidden, and at first Layla hadn’t realized who he was. Forget cutting in—he’d hauled her out of Gil’s arms. She’d thought her guy would clobber him. However, Gil had just laughed and told her to enjoy dancing with Hunter while he refreshed their drinks. She’d enjoyed herself, all right. Hunter’s club moves were as sexy as Gil’s. He’d danced as though he were screwing her, holding her snug against his pelvis, then spinning her around and grinding her ass. His erection had burned the thin fabric of her dress, and her pussy had responded, clit fattening like it did now.

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Later, arousal soaking her panties, she’d confessed the dance to Gil. While monogamy had never been her style, something about Gil Cuthbert roused a longing deep inside her, a mushy-as-a-greeting-card yearning she’d never before realized she possessed. Gil was more to her than a great lay with a ready smile, a killer sense of humor and the lean body of a surfer. She wanted to hang on to him, see what developed. No way would she have risked Hunter tattling about their dirty dancing and Gil dumping her as a result. “This could get interesting.” Siri tucked her umbrella beneath one arm. I’ll say. Layla drew in a breath. “You’re lucky Gil’s not jealous. If Rick saw another guy looking at me like that, he’d tear him apart.” “I thought he wasn’t into you,” Layla whispered. “He’s into his own testosterone.” Layla smiled. “Gil’s not jealous.” That night in Forbidden, after she’d described Hunter’s moves, Gil had said he liked knowing his friend thought she was hot, had even hinted that they’d shared women in the past. Later, while they’d screwed their brains out at her place, she’d pictured Hunter stepping in, passing her back and forth between him and Gil. When she’d come, she’d screamed until the rafters rattled. “Think Hunter will hit on you again?” Siri asked beneath the music. Layla had confided in Siri about their dance and the sharing thing—and what it might mean for her and Gil. Siri was her friend as well as her coworker, and she needed someone to help her weigh the pros and cons of remaining faithful to one man or return to sleeping with any dude who tickled her libido. One thing was certain, Layla didn’t want to share Gil with another woman. He was hers, hers, hers. A double standard she wasn’t proud of, but there it was. “If he does, what should I do?”

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“Layla, Gil is here,” Siri replied quietly. “If he had a problem with Hunter ogling you, he’d say something instead of encouraging it. Can’t you see that they’re both sending you a message with those looks?” “You think?” “Let me put it this way. Rick and I have been having argyle-sock sex lately. Fucking argyle, Layla. If you’re given the opportunity to jump all over those two handsome studs and don’t take advantage of it, I will.” Obviously in a better mood, Siri sauntered across the room to say hello to Gil and no doubt size up Hunter. Layla pretended to rearrange the teapots on the mahogany merchandise pedestals. Gil checked out Siri as they talked. However, Hunter’s hungry gaze remained riveted on Layla. Her mouth dried. With the sleek, fawn-brown hair and bluish-black eyes she’d inherited from her Egyptian-born father, she’d never experienced difficulty attracting men. Most wanted to get off to a Cleopatra illusion, and she’d eagerly obliged. That was before she’d hooked up with Gil. Now she didn’t know what she wanted. She was one confused chick. Siri called goodnight. Popping up her umbrella, she left the shop with the deposit bag. Gil pushed back his chair and ambled over. Layla smiled as he reached the counter. “Hey, beautiful.” He clasped her hand on the sienna-colored tiles. “Ready to lock up?” She nodded. He brushed her long hair over one shoulder. “Good. I want us alone.” “But Hunter’s here.” Still watching her. Watching them. “He doesn’t mind. Do you?” Gil stepped around the counter and cupped her breasts over her purple silk top. Her bare arms shivered. His thumbs teased her nipples,

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and ripples of excitement wove through her. “Answer honestly, baby,” he said in a deep, sexy voice. Swallowing, Layla glanced Hunter’s direction. “I don’t mind.” The rough pads of Gil’s fingertips glided over her neck. “Layla, I adore you. I want to show you how much.” Turning her head, he placed a soft kiss on her mouth. “I want to give you what you need.” Her thighs hummed. Was he for real? If she came clean, so to speak, about her fascination with Hunter, would Gil be willing to indulge her? She peeked at Hunter again. He’d leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes narrowed and locked on her. Oh my. Her juices dampened her thong. Gil glanced at his watch. “I have to run to the truck for a few minutes to check on an order for Monday. Hunter’s in town overnight. I told him to meet us here. If he needs anything while I’m gone, take care of him.” He patted her ass. Boots thudding on the worn hardwood floor, he left the shop. Layla bit her lip. Take care of him? What did that mean? Brew the guy a pot of tea, offer the use of her television, climb onto his lap? And when Gil returned, then what? Gil had left her alone with his best friend after fondling her in full view of the man. What she did in his absence would set the tone for their Friday evening. Did she want Hunter? You bet. Was she freaked out? A little. She’d yet to participate in a ménage—if that was what Gil had in mind. Tonight, with Hunter’s seductive gaze ensnaring her, the idea appealed big time. However,

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Layla’s sexual gratification wasn’t the only thing on the line. Gil’s needs counted too. Would she put their relationship in jeopardy by starting something with Hunter? Would Gil have arranged for his friend to be here if he didn’t want a threesome? What had he said? “I want us alone.” Did “us” include Hunter? She needed to find out. Heart racing, she called, “I’ll be in the stock room.” Hunter nodded. Serious, intense. Damn sexy. “If you need me, shout,” he said. There was that need word again. Layla escaped through the archway into the narrow stockroom separating Tease from her living quarters. Out of Hunter’s view, she lifted her short black skirt and whipped off her red thong. Gil had practically blared through a megaphone that he wanted her to instigate tonight. If she didn’t act, the ménage wouldn’t happen. It was her choice—a powerful aphrodisiac. She undid the first four buttons of her sleeveless top. Satisfied she’d revealed a good portion of her bra, she climbed the stepladder and stretched on tiptoe in her spiky sandals. Her skirt rode up, exposing the bare contours of her ass. Air kissed her hot opening, and her Brazilian-waxed flesh buzzed. “Hunter?” she called. “Could you come in here? I can’t reach the top shelf.” Her nipples strained against her satin bra. If Gil didn’t want this, she could lose him. Please want this. Hunter’s heavy-soled boots echoed on hardwood. Sensing him entering the tiny room, Layla reached for a box. Her skirt hiked up, baring her ass. “I can’t stretch high enough.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Can you give me a hand?” If her intentions weren’t clear, she’d die.

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His gaze drilled into her. “Fuck.” That was the idea. “Hunter?” He stepped behind the ladder, ushering in the clean scent of the rain. Under her raised skirt, he grasped her left hip with his warm hand. “Steady.” His big fingers splayed on her skin, and goose bumps sprouted beneath his touch. “Gil will return any second,” he muttered, as if requesting permission to proceed. Murmuring, “I know,” Layla curved her spine and stuck out her ass. Hunter swore. Anchoring her hip with one hand, he pushed a finger inside her wet pussy. Gasping at the rush of pleasure, she contracted her inner muscles and squeezed tight. His breath heated her ass as his finger slid in and out, gliding up with every stroke to graze her clit. Layla closed her eyes. In plunged another finger. Shorter but thicker than Gil’s, Hunter’s two fingers felt like a glorious three. Layla’s head lolled, and she moaned. Hunter worked magic with his incessant stroking. Slow, sweet, and oh…! Was that a little pinch on her ass? Her pussy twitched. She grasped the shelf tighter as he fingered her faster. And then faster again. “Gil was right,” he said against her hip. “You’re incredible.” His gruff voice sounded as thick as his pumping fingers. “Your pussy is so fucking hot and juicy.” Yes! In and out, in and out. She wanted Gil to return. She didn’t want him to return. She wanted Hunter’s cock inside her, Gil’s cock in her mouth. The images barreled her toward orgasm. “Easy.” Hunter fingers slipped out of her. Layla sank against the ladder, limbs mellow. “Please,” she whimpered. One finger shoved back. “Better?” She shook her head. “I like two or three.” She didn’t care if ménage etiquette dictated they should wait for Gil. She wanted to come now. How dare Hunter deny her?

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“One’s all you get,” he stated grimly. Familiar footfalls echoed in the adjoining shop. Panic bashed her ribs. What if she’d read Gil wrong? What if he didn’t want the three-way? She swatted Hunter’s hand. “Pull out.” His hold on her hip intensified, and he chuckled. “You made your choice, sugar. Now live with the consequences.” His finger sunk in deeper, thumb pressing her clit. “Layla? Hunter?” Gil’s voice sailed through the archway. “You guys back there?” The footsteps stopped. Had Gil entered the stockroom? Layla glanced toward the archway. Her lungs constricted. “Gil,” she eked out. His gaze bored into her like Hunter’s finger. “Layla, baby, you read my mind.” She sucked in air. He wanted this! She wouldn’t lose him. Hunter’s finger remained lodged inside her. To Gil, he said, “You didn’t mention how impatient she is.” “Has she come yet?” Gil strolled over and stroked her ass. Hunter shook his head. “What’s her record with you?” “Four.” “We can top that.” Gil cupped his crotch. “Oh yeah.” Layla’s mind spun. They spoke about her as if she were their possession. Their secret sex toy to manipulate how they pleased. “Hey, you guys, I’m here.” To be honest, she loved their frank talk. It made her want to come all over both of them—right now. Gil moved to the left of the stepladder. “Stretch as high as you can, baby,” he instructed. “I want to watch Hunter finger-fuck you.” His hand replaced Hunter’s on her left hip, and Hunter palmed her right ass cheek.

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Hunter’s finger began thrusting again. Layla grabbed the top shelf. More than anything, she wanted to please Gil. She’d do whatever he asked. “Layla,” he murmured. “The way your pussy’s waxed—it’s so fucking naked. And your pretty little landing strip…I’m so hard for you, baby.” She tensed her jaw. Don’t climax! Gil craved her prolonged pleasure. But with two hot guys encouraging her, how long could she last? Facing the shelves, she humped Hunter’s hand. Gil climbed onto the first step of the ladder and unzipped her skirt while she rolled her hips. Hunter’s finger slid out, and her skirt sagged to her ankles. Her ass and pussy were completely bare for the men to view. And to touch. Please to touch! With Gil’s hands on her waist, Layla stepped out of the skirt. It crumpled to the floor. He kissed her shoulder, then climbed off the ladder and kicked her skirt and thong out of the way. “Layla, grab the shelf again,” he commanded. To Hunter, “Finger her for all she’s worth.” Hunter inserted a thick middle one. Thumbing her clit, he pumped. Seconds passed. Then half a minute. The men’s breathing labored in the silence as Layla panted faster and faster. The ladder creaked. “My turn, man,” Gil said. Hunter’s finger popped out. “Damn, her pussy’s slick.” “I thought you’d like it.” Gil’s fingers replaced his friend’s. One, two then three, flaring her wide open. His palm slammed against her mound, over and over. The sensitive hood of her clitoris tugged back and forth. “She likes it hard and fast. Like this.”

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Oh yes! Layla rocked on the ladder, and it bounced against the shelving. Heat swept her limbs. “She’s close,” Hunter ground out. “I want her.” Gil withdrew his fingers, slippery with her juices. “No, Gil. Please, baby,” Layla begged. “I’m going crazy. Just do me.” “I’ll defer to our guest.” Gil parted the cleft of her ass. He gripped each cheek hard, and Hunter rammed two fingers into her wet pussy. “Oh my God!” Layla soared toward ecstasy with Hunter’s thick fingers inside her and his hot breath panting against her leg. Gil bit her ass cheeks. The little nips zoomed rocketing sensations to her clit. “It’s okay, Layla,” he murmured. “My dick feels like it’s going to explode. But I want you to explode. Come for Hunter, baby. Do it for me.” Gladly! On a cry, she climaxed, convulsing around Hunter’s fingers. As the last ripple subsided, her knees buckled and she lost her grip on the shelf. Hunter’s fingers fled her body. She collapsed into his arms, breathing heavily and clutching his muscular biceps. Like that night in Forbidden, he wore loose, belted jeans, and the warmth of his tattooed skin seared her palms. Hunter transferred her to Gil, who turned her around, trapping her arms with his strong hold so her satin-covered tits pointed at Hunter. Parking himself on a ladder rung, Gil said, “Do what you will with her, man.” Boneless pleasure saturated Layla’s body. Her hair drifted over Gil’s upper arm as he held her. Hunter slipped the sandals off her limp feet and undid the last two buttons of her top. He unhooked her front bra clasp. As he parted both garments, his gaze fixed on her C-cup breasts with their dusky, protruding nipples. Gil kept a firm hold on her arms. He kissed her temple.

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Hunter lowered his head. Electricity shot through Layla as he gulped in a huge mouthful of her right breast and rubbed the left against his whisker-roughened cheek. His jaw muscles moved as he kneaded and sucked. Limbs melting, she closed her eyes. Gil’s lips slid from her temple to her mouth. She turned her head to meet his kiss, and his tongue plunged to twist with hers. The sensation of deeply kissing one man while another squeezed her breasts and sucked her stiff nipples transported her into a state of voracious bliss. Breaking their kiss, Gil adjusted his embrace. He whispered in her ear, “Spread your legs, Layla. Show Hunter your juicy pussy.” Layla splayed her legs wide on Gil’s thighs. Her pussy dangled in mid-air, inviting Hunter’s hands and mouth. “Go ahead and eat her out,” Gil directed his buddy. “Oh yes, please!” Eat her, lick her, gobble her up. Her world shrank in anticipation. Hurry, hurry! Gil reclaimed her mouth with another deep kiss while Hunter’s tongue whisked arousing spirals around her tits. Hunter knelt between her legs. His hands slipped beneath her ass. As he kneaded each cheek, his breath warmed her clit. He blew on the tingling nub, and she pumped her hips. With a guttural groan, he gripped her ass cheeks roughly. His teeth nipped her engorged outer lips. Seconds later, his tongue lapped and sucked on her nub while his fingers massaged the thin strip of hair lining her mound. A haze of glory surrounded Layla. Hunter’s calloused palms rasped her skin. His hands skipped from her ass to her inner thighs. He spread her legs so far apart, her pussy quivered. Somewhere in her mind, she thanked Gil for holding her up and open for Hunter’s ravenous tongue.

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She moaned into Gil’s mouth. Ecstasy drenched the very fibers of her skin. Hunter’s firm tongue delved in and out of her hot opening. As he tongue-fucked her, she strained her hips upward, pushing her pussy into his face. Without warning, his teeth latched onto her delicate and over-sensitized clit. Layla cried into Gil’s mouth. Hunter gnawed the hood. Spiraling sensations burst in her clit. Powerful waves overtook her, and she clamped his head between her legs. Gil sucked on her tongue like she might suck on his cock. Hunter rammed her legs apart to the point of welcoming pain and jammed his thumb into her. He pumped. She wanted to wail no, she couldn’t take it, her flesh was too sensitive, she’d break in two. But Hunter didn’t ask, he just forged on. And Gil didn’t tell him to stop. High on lust, Layla exploded again under Hunter’s drumming thumb. She tore her mouth from Gil’s. Panting, she opened her eyes. Hunter leaned back, a grin on his wet mouth. “No more, I’m done,” she managed between shallow breaths. “Think again.” His green gaze devoured her from her naked mound to her salivaslickened breasts. An erotic jolt shot through her. What had she unleashed? In these two men’s hands, she’d succumbed to her body’s demands, wanting nothing more than to come and come and come. Could she pleasure them now, with her tender flesh craving a reprieve? As if sensing her unspoken question, Gil murmured, “You’re in charge, baby. If tonight ends now, it’s okay.” He turned her in his embrace, releasing her trapped arms. Immediately, Layla clasped her hands behind his neck and kissed him, driving her tongue into his mouth and poking her ass toward Hunter. Taking the invitation, Hunter slapped one round cheek. “No way,” he said. “I’m not done. I want to fuck her long and hard.”

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“Slow down, you maniac. You’ll scare her.” Gil gazed at her. “Do you want this, Layla? Do you want Hunter to fuck you?” Her heart pounded. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. “That’s not going to happen.” He set her on the floor. “Tonight it’s both of us or no one. You decide.”

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Chapter Two Ultimatums were not her thing. But this was Gil asking…in the sensually deep voice that sparked her yearning to gratify his every need. He wanted the ménage. Both men fucking her—two stiff cocks, four eager, exploring hands, two hot, probing tongues. Oh! Last month, Gil had mentioned enjoying three-ways. It made sense that he’d want to partake again. Tonight would be her first, but she’d share it with him. Her Gil, honest and caring and so handsome he stole her breath. Had she discovered the key to remaining faithful to her growing feelings for one guy while satisfying her craving to screw others? His approval and active participation meant everything. She tugged in a shaky breath. “I want to fuck you…and Hunter.” “Excellent.” Gil bestowed a tender kiss to her mouth. “I locked the shop when I returned from the truck. It’s just us three.” He glanced at Hunter. “Shut off the sound system and store lights. The switches are on the other side of the arch.” Nodding, Hunter stepped into Tease. Gil lifted her into his arms again. Beneath her naked thighs, her juices drenched the sleeves of his chambray shirt. He’d held her up and open flawlessly, presenting her pussy as a feast for Hunter’s enthusiastic eating. Sacrificing his needs for hers. Gazing at him, she whispered, “Kiss me, baby.” His lips met hers, and his tongue dipped into her mouth. Caressing his five o’clock shadow, she kissed him deeper and deeper. Within moments, the music stopped and the shop darkened on the other side of the arch.

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Gil lifted his head. Hunter strode back into the stockroom, a lascivious smile on his face. He fondled her pussy a moment while Gil cradled her. She moaned, and the two men grinned at each other. “I’m fucking hard as a rock,” Hunter said, massaging his junk. “Boys and their toys,” Layla murmured. “Damn straight.” Hunter’s gaze darkened. “Let’s play.” Gil jerked his head toward the door opposite the archway. “Inside, Romeo.” They went into Layla’s apartment. “Blankets are in the trunk against the wall,” Gil told Hunter. “She loves doing it in the living room. Wait until you feel her sweet cunt milking you. She can take a big dick, but her pussy hangs on tight. You’ll want to last as long as you can.” “Fuck.” Hunter scraped a hand over his face. “Let’s get this party started.” Their locker-room talk sparked tingles in Layla’s clit. Her politically correct mother would fall over in a dead faint. Contrary to everything Layla had been taught, the guys’ coarse remarks uplifted her. She had these two potent men at her mercy. Hunter retrieved a blanket from the oak trunk near the fireplace and draped it over the couch. Gil lowered her onto the covered cushions, then sank beside her on the right. Hunter sat on her left. The rough denim of their jeans brushed her bare thighs. Her top and bra hung open, exposing her tits. She stuck them out and shimmied her shoulders. Her full breasts jiggled, nipples jutting. Hunter pushed back her hair and grabbed her left tit. “Fuck, her nipples protrude like little soldiers standing guard. I want to suck them until she blows apart.” He pinched the tip of one, and currents shot between her legs. “Soon,” Gil warned his friend. To Layla, he whispered, “Baby, let me undress you.”

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“Quickly, Gil. Please.” She remained seated while he helped her out of her top and bra. Completely nude between the two men, she drew her tongue across her top lip. Hunter rubbed the bulge in his jeans. “Soon better happen within the next five seconds.” “Follow my lead.” Gil lowered his head to her right breast. And then he paused. Layla’s pussy throbbed. “Gil!” He grabbed her right tit and wolfed a handful into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her rigid nipple. Around, around, around. Flicking the tip, but not settling over it. Layla groaned. Must he torture her? The thought flew out of her mind as Hunter began sucking her left breast, jaw moving against her flesh. His lips tugged and his teeth nipped. His palm massaged her inner thigh. Relishing the men’s attention, Layla relaxed against the blanket-covered sofa. Her eyes drifted shut. Ecstasy saturated her from the inside out. “Her skin is beautiful,” Hunter said against her tit. “She’s fucking amazing all over.” His hand curled between her legs. His head lifted, and he shifted away from her on the couch. As Layla opened her eyes, his fingers glided between her slippery inner and outer folds, avoiding her swelling clit. He sucked her tit into his mouth again. Gil followed suit. Shifting away on her right, he grabbed her other leg and pulled it against him. Her pussy gaped. His hand skipped down, joining Hunter’s—one set of strong male fingers per pair of engorged lips. Layla watched in fascination over Hunter’s dark head. As if they’d orchestrated their moves in advance, the men’s fingers gripped and stretched her folds while rubbing the bald flesh in perfect tandem.

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Strumming her and strumming her. Then strumming again. Glorious heat drenched her. “Layla, close your eyes,” Gil said. “Your pussy’s wide open. Just how we want it. Wet and slick. Dripping. Lay back, baby. Enjoy the ride.” Panting, Layla allowed her eyes to shut. She slid down on the couch, ass meeting the edge, providing the men deeper access. Gil reclaimed her breast, and a low groan vibrated in her chest. The sensation of two male mouths ravishing her tits while two sets of rough fingers massaged her outer lips, circling and circling her clit, overwhelmed her. Her wetness seeped onto the blanket, and she rocked her hips. Gil’s finger slid inside her. An instant later, one of Hunter’s entered. The men pumped in unison. “Yes, Gil! Oh yes!” Layla’s head moved back and forth on the sofa. Two men sucking her tits while finger-fucking her—she loved it! Gil inserted a second finger. Then a third. Suddenly, another of Hunter’s thick ones jammed inside. Pain spiked, and she gasped. The men retreated. Three fingers remained—two of Gil’s and one of Hunter’s. Again, the men rapidly fingered her. As their teeth grazed her nipples and their hands pumped, the bite of pain from the momentary intrusion of too many fingers melted into mind-bending bliss. Layla bucked against the sofa. Her tits popped out of their mouths, and her pussy convulsed. She came in rapturous spasms. Hunter’s hand skipped up to her chin. He angled her face toward him, and his tongue plunged to meet hers. She hadn’t kissed a man other than Gil in two months. And…oh wow…Hunter’s kisses felt primal and animalistic. Devouring her. Again and again.

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The couch springs squeaked. Gil stood, jeans grazing her leg. The breath hissed from his lungs as sounds of him toeing off his shoes and undressing reached her ears. Hunter’s tongue slipped out of her mouth. Layla opened her eyes. Naked, Gil returned to the sofa, his long, hard cock standing straight against his abdomen. Hunter rose from the couch. Facing her, he unlaced his boots and yanked them off. He stepped back and unbuckled his belt. Gil sat on her right again. “Focus, baby.” He caught her gaze. “You’ll have fresh cock in a minute.” Layla bit her lip. She yearned to watch while Hunter stripped. But Gil’s low voice demanded her attention. He’d brought her Hunter. He deserved a reward. Sitting up higher on the couch, she licked her palm and grasped his erection. She gazed into his eyes, pumping long, slow strokes, gripping tightly. “Are you happy?” she whispered. “Oh yeah.” Cupping her face, he kissed her while her hand slid up and down. As the last of Hunter’s clothes hit the floor, Gil released her mouth. Fist on Gil’s cock, Layla looked at his friend. Oh. My. Fuck. She gawked. Clothes and boots bundled in his arms, Hunter walked toward the bathroom. His wide, tattooed shoulders tapered to slim hips and a muscular ass. Her fingers itched to pinch. Her tongue tingled to lick. Her gaze zeroed in on his bunching right glute. She’d sink her teeth right…there. Hunter placed his clothes on the floor and returned. His six-pack abs zinged her gaze to a thick, thick shaft and dark, heavy balls. His trimmed pubic hair proudly displayed his beautiful cock. Her mouth watered. Like his fingers, Hunter’s erection stood a bit shorter than Gil’s. However, what Hunter lacked in length, he made up for with girth. Gil possessed more length than strictly necessary, so it wasn’t as if Hunter suffered in that area, either.

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She was a lucky girl. “Like what you see?” Gil whispered. She nodded. Naked cock was her favorite dish. “We should discuss safety,” Gil said as Hunter walked toward them, pumping his cock. “Hunter’s just been tested. I’ve seen the results.” “We don’t need condoms?” Layla and Gil were both clean, and she was fastidious about birth control. Gil shook his head. “What do you say?” Sensation spun in her nipples. “I say Hunter should sit down.” A drop of come formed on Gil’s erection. As Hunter sat, Layla resumed stroking her guy. Gil moaned. Lowering her head, she drew his stiff shaft into her mouth. The salty moisture sparkled on her tongue. She sucked in as much of Gil’s hot length as she could. Beside her, Hunter’s hand brushed her thigh as he pumped himself, breathing quickly. Layla inhaled Gil’s spicy scent. Cupping his balls, she relaxed her throat. His cock slid deeper into her mouth. Hunter stopped stroking himself. His hands swarmed over her body, pinching her nipples and fondling her ass. “Oh yeah, suck him,” he said in a low, rasping voice. “Take as much as you can.” He quickly rubbed a finger between her ass cheeks. Layla’s swollen pussy and rigid nipples prickled. Firming her tongue, she willed her arousal to subside so she could pleasure these two incredible men. Hunter’s husky voice spurred her on. “Suck him. Take him. All the way, Layla. All the way.” All the way? Not likely. She’d choke. Relaxing her throat again, she allowed Gil’s long cock to push in deeper. Past her tongue to the back of her mouth and into her throat. She held her breath and

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swallowed. The curve of her throat where it met her neck constricted around the sensitive head of Gil’s erection. Again, she swallowed. Both Gil and Hunter groaned. Hunter’s arm snaked around her waist. He dipped two fingers inside her, slickening them with her cream, and ran them up either side of her clit. Layla slid the head of Gil’s cock back to her lips. After inhaling a deep breath, she swirled her tongue around the bulging tip and massaged his sac. Her hair fell over his groin. His fingers tangled in the strands. “Oh baby.” His voice emerged hoarsely. He relished hovering on the edge of orgasm. If she continued blowing him, she could force him over. But she wanted to pleasure him the way he craved most. She slipped his erection out of her mouth. Sitting up, she instructed, “Arrange the harem pillows and more blankets on the floor. Leave room by the couch.” Gil nodded and pushed back the coffee table, creating a large space for the improvised bed they’d utilized more than once. “What’s the plan?” Hunter asked. “You’ll see.” Layla grasped his warm cock. While Gil retrieved the blankets and large harem pillows, she dipped her head and closed her lips around Hunter’s fullness. Hands squeezing her tits, he groaned. The scents of their sex hung in the air, and Hunter’s girth filled her mouth. She tongued the groove and slurped the bulbous head. For two months, she’d enjoyed Gil. By inviting Hunter to join them, he’d offered her a new toy. Thick. Hard. Oh so thick. She played and played and played. “Ready,” Gil murmured. Still gripping Hunter’s cock, Layla glanced up. Her lips sizzled from the suction of her mouth on her new plaything’s impressive erection.

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“Thank you, baby.” She smiled. Gil had arranged the blankets on the harem pillows far back enough from the sofa to provide kneeling space. “Sit down.” She patted the couch. He sank onto the sofa again. Getting up, Layla retrieved two throw pillows from the couch and positioned one between each man’s feet. She knelt in front of Gil and licked his rigid cock base to tip. She sucked it into her mouth. His hips moved faster and faster, and her tits bounced. His breathing grew labored, and she let his shaft slide out. She moved to Hunter’s pillow and filled her mouth with his girth. When his moans and thrusting hips alerted her that he approached orgasm, she returned to Gil. She moved back and forth between the two men. While she serviced one, the other stroked himself, her saliva a natural lubricant. She blew Gil again. Her nipples hardened to tight points. Before long, sucking two different cocks wasn’t enough. She knew what Gil enjoyed. Would Hunter like it too? She hunkered on the pillow in front of Gil. Angling her head between his thighs, she placed one hand on the floor. Gripping his cock, she licked his sac and slurped a nut into her mouth. Hunter moaned. “She teabags?” “Like a dream.” Layla pictured Gil’s blissful expression—head relaxing on the couch, jaw slackening. His ecstasy fueled her own. She planted both hands on the floor and lavished his second testicle before pulling both into her mouth. She tugged, and he groaned, long and loud. Again she tugged, stretching the sensitive skin. Hunter muttered, “Me.” At your command.

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Layla crawled between his legs and positioned herself at his feet. She sucked his sac, tugging while rubbing the smooth skin behind his balls. Hunter’s low sex sounds rumbled down his body. Her heart raced, and her clit buzzed. “Keep teabagging him, baby.” Gil got up and stepped behind her. Kneeling, he pushed his cock pushed deep inside her dripping pussy. The head grazed her G-spot. Heaven. His cock pulled out, then thrust in farther. Yes. Another, more forceful thrust. Oh my. Gil’s powerful fucking rocked her back and forth. She struggled to maintain her suction on Hunter’s sac, but quickly lost. Hands on her hips, Gil hammered into her. Lifting her upper body, she swirled her tongue around the head of Hunter’s cock. She swirled and licked until his big shaft slid into her mouth. Relaxing her throat, she let him push in deeper. Gil pressed on the small of her back. The angle intensified his thrusts on her G-spot. Her pussy pulsed. “Come for me, Layla,” he said. “Come while I’m fucking you and you’re sucking Hunter.” Reaching around her leg, he rubbed her clit. Spirals rippled through her. Hunter’s cock swelled and stiffened. With a shuddering groan, he came on her tongue. Layla lapped him up. Gil pinched her clit and thrust. She burst apart. Heart racketing, she sagged onto her elbows between Hunter’s feet. Gil’s cock remained hard inside her. He prided himself on his endurance. He wouldn’t allow himself to orgasm until satisfied she’d derived every drop of pleasure her body could handle. He slapped her ass. “To the pillows.” The sting aroused more than hurt. Breathless, Layla crawled to the harem-pillow bed. Gil gripped her hips.

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“Doggy-style,” he muttered. “Lean down.” Turning her head aside, Layla lowered onto her forearms with Gil inside her. Beneath the comfortable blankets, a large pillow cushioned her cheek. Gil’s cock eased out of her. Hunter’s, now half erect, pushed in. As Hunter’s groin bumped her ass, his erection hardened and the friction of his girth on her inner lips tugged her clit hood. Whirls of sensation melted into her, then corkscrewed out again. Hunter pumped until fully hardened. He pulled out, and Gil’s long cock plunged back. Layla’s nipples poked the blanket-covered pillows. Gil’s deep, commanding thrusts alternating with Hunter’s slow, lazy fucking rushed waves of pleasure through her. Groaning, she closed her eyes and let herself drift. She needed, simply needed, the sound of their slapping flesh. She craved their balls bouncing against her clit hood. When Gil entered her, she returned each strong pump with a backward thrust of her ass. Each time her swollen outer lips hit his sac, she gasped. When Hunter took over, she balanced on one arm, slowly gyrating her hips and massaging the area around her clit. Teasing but not touching the aching nub. As long as she only rubbed herself while Hunter fucked her, she could fend off another orgasm. Gil had trained her well in the art of restraint. She enjoyed the practice…when it suited her. Hunter’s girth tugged on her clit, and she moaned. The practice might not suit her now. Accustomed to monitoring her arousal, Gil admonished, “Layla, gentle on your clit.” “I’m not touching it.” “You’re in danger of coming.” “No, I’m not,” she fibbed.

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“Layla.” Okay! She stopped fingering the area. “Pull out,” Gil ordered Hunter. Layla’s pussy constricted at the loss of his thickness. However, a second later, Gil thrust into her again. Long, hard, pummeling her. “Don’t touch yourself unless I say,” he instructed as their bodies rocked. “Gil!” But she obeyed. Back and forth, the two men took turns palming and kneading her ass and plowing into her. The tension in her clit built to an intense pleasure-pain. Her breathing escaped in ragged pants. Oh God, oh God. She needed release! “Gil, I’m close,” she cried as he fucked her. She wanted to come—for him. With him deep inside her. Grunting, he pulled out. Holding her breath, Layla waited for Hunter to enter. Seconds passed. Neither man touched her. She wriggled her ass. “Gil, baby, please.” Her knees were hauled apart. A hot mouth clamped her opening. “Oh!” Was it Gil’s or Hunter’s? As his tongue licked and swirled, she quickly identified her guy. Eating her with gusto while Hunter watched. Ahhhh. She’d never experienced sex as glorious as two cocks and two tongues forcing her to the edge of climax again and again, willing her when and when not to fall over.

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Gil sucked her slippery opening. Layla saw stars. She crested toward a full-body orgasm. Gil’s mouth deserted her pussy. “No, Gil! Fuck me!” His cock slammed into her pulsating pussy. He drove hard and fast. The soles of her feet prickled. Shouting his name, she exploded in pulsing waves. His come shot deep inside her. Withdrawing, he rolled her onto her side. Lying beside her, he gazed into her eyes. Hunter reclined behind her on the blanket-covered pillows. His erection prodded her ass. Slipping his arms around her, he plucked her tender nipples. Layla winced. If Hunter wanted to fuck her again, could she handle it? Her jaw and pussy ached. Hunter and Gil had gifted her with several orgasms within a short time frame. How could she deny them the same bliss in return? Gil brushed hair off her face. “You’re so beautiful, Layla,” he whispered. “Taking me, taking Hunter. Let him inside you, baby, one more time.” She wet her lips. She couldn’t deny him. Or Hunter. Never again would she mock Grace Delgado’s relationship with her domineering husband. She understood the need to please. To provide as well as receive pleasure. Feeling almost shy, she nodded. Gil held her face and kissed her gently. She remained on her side while Hunter molded her breasts. She arched her ass, and he slowly pushed his thick cock inside her pussy. He buried his face in her shoulder and hooked a leg over her hip to pull her body flush to his. As Hunter drove into her slickness, Gil’s mouth fused with hers. They kissed and caressed each other while Hunter pumped. Slowly at first, then faster, harder. Higher.

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Gil gripped her pelvis, steadying her against Hunter’s strong thrusts. Hunter increased the pressure on her breast. Gil’s hand slipped down to her pussy. As Hunter’s cock thrust in and out from behind, Gil pushed two fingers inside her. Pain nipped, although not as sharp as earlier. Her monster orgasm had relaxed every cell in her body. The mastery with which Gil alternated the insertion of his fingers with the slow pumping of Hunter’s cock opened her pussy for their dual possession. Wanting it. Needing it. In and out, in and out. Hunter’s cock, then Gil’s two probing fingers, then Hunter’s thick cock again. Then—oh—both cock and fingers at once! Gil whispered against her mouth, “You can do it, baby. Feel your clit swelling, Hunter’s dick and my fingers inside you. I want you so much. I need you like this. I adore you, Layla.” Helpless…she felt helpless against Gil’s erotic commands. A keening moan slipped from her mouth. “Let it out, baby,” Gil murmured. “You’re so beautiful when you come. I want to watch you, honey. Do it now.” He pinched her clit. That did it. Her orgasm burned through her. Hunter pumped hard, unloading into her. Breathing erratic, Layla opened her eyes. Gil’s lips brushed hers. “Baby, that was amazing.” He caressed her hair. Hunter’s cock slid out of her body, and her tender opening clenched. Without a word, he rolled off the harem-pillow bed. “I’m not sure I can talk,” Layla whispered. She damn well couldn’t get up. She just wanted to lie there, boneless, while Gil held her. Her eyelids fluttered closed.

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Kissing her forehead, Gil cradled her against his big, warm body. Dimly, she registered Hunter cleaning her with wet wipes from the box on the side table, cool on her skin. As he finished, she burrowed deeper into Gil’s arms. Moments later, the plush blanket from the couch settled over them, courtesy of Hunter. Layla sighed against Gil’s chest. Hunter’s footsteps retreated to his pile of clothes, then entered the bathroom. Minutes passed. Booted footfalls returned, echoing on the hardwood until the clicking of the door adjoining her apartment to Tease resounded in the small living room. Hunter had left her alone with Gil…had left her right where she needed to be. With the man who’d opened her body and her defenses like no one before him. With her Gil.

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Chapter Three Wonderful cooking scents roused Layla. Blinking awake, she glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantel. Shit! She’d zonked out for an hour. Her nipples prickled and her pussy throbbed. A good throb. The half-pain, full-pleasure throbbing of a well-fucked woman. She rolled over on the improvised bed. Her satin robe lay on the sofa. Had Gil placed it there? Or had Hunter? Rising to her knees, she reached for the thigh-skimming robe and shrugged it on. She knotted the sash and combed her fingers through her mussed hair. She either looked sexily rumpled or a fright. Getting up, she glanced over the sofa. Gil stood barefoot at the stove, jeans riding low on his lean hips and his chest bare. “What are you making?” she asked. His head turned, and his wide smile coasted joy through her. He’d indulged her ménage fantasy without her having to voice it. Knowing what she needed, he’d provided it. Just like that. Like always. “Fettuccine with grilled chicken.” He picked up a remote control from the counter. Aiming it at the stereo, he pressed a button. Sultry music filled the suite. “Sounds incredible…the music and the meal.” She padded to the kitchen and wrapped her arms around his warm waist. His damp hair held the citrus scent of her shampoo, and a tantalizing blend of spices lifted from the chicken breasts sizzling in the pan. A green salad adorned the table.

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She kissed his neck, and he stroked her forearm. “Are you sore?” His deep voice soothed her. “A little. But it was worth it.” “Good.” Squeezing her close, he kissed her scalp. “Hunter’s gone.” “I’m more than happy to have dinner alone with you, baby.” Gil’s blue eyes glimmered. “He’s not gone gone. He’s visiting his mom in West Van. He’ll meet us at Forbidden later.” “All right.” Somehow, Layla couldn’t imagine serious, sexy Hunter Cole visiting his mom after getting Layla off multiple times during a mind-blowing three-way. She hadn’t even realized he had family in the Lower Mainland. Talking wasn’t the man’s strong suit. Her thighs heated. Fucking was. “I filled the bathtub for you after I showered.” Gil stroked her hair. “The water was scalding ten minutes ago, so it should still be hot. Go relax while I finish dinner.” As was their custom when he was intent on spoiling her, he handed her a brandy glass filled with aromatic pekoe tea from her shop and a shot of amaretto liquor from her cupboard. “Take this with you. I know how it steams your insides on a cold day.” He winked as she accepted the glass. “I’m already steaming inside. For you.” She ran her tongue across his lips. “Gil…are you okay with what happened tonight…with us?” His eyebrows hiked. “I started it.” “But now that it’s over…” “Hey. I wanted this. I figured you’d like a threesome, Layla. I just didn’t realize how much.” She batted his arm. “You’re the one who got competitive about breaking my orgasm record.” Chuckling, he slapped her ass. “Take your bath.”

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Giggling, she dashed into the bathroom with her drink. Steam misted the mirror. She set the brandy glass on the oval, celery-green table beside the old claw-foot tub. After disrobing, she switched on the fan and lowered herself into the warm water. Leaning back against the sloped porcelain, she parted raised knees. The water sloshed as she soaped herself and sipped her liqueur-laced tea. Had Gil planned more erotic delights for later tonight at Forbidden? Would he and Hunter bring her home after a night of sexy dancing? Would they enjoy another three-way? Her breasts tingled. She placed the brandy glass on the table. Relaxing in the tub, she closed her eyes and teased her nipples. Sensation zapped to her clit. She wanted to cleanse herself thoroughly for Gil—and Hunter, if it came to that. The seductive flow of the water engulfed her. The scents of Gil’s cooking and the strains of the sensuous music drifted under the door, melding with the whirring fan. She pictured herself lying on her back in the middle of the bed, her body parallel to the headboard. A pillow cushioned her neck on the mattress edge, and her head lolled over the side, opening her throat. Gil often mouth-fucked her in that fashion while she played with her nipples and pussy. His steady hands would cradle her jaw as he measured his thrusts to arouse, not hurt. Only this time, she pictured Hunter with them, between her raised knees on the bed. As Gil’s cock slid in and out of her mouth, Hunter lifted her lips and plunged into her. Hard, fast strokes designed to make her lose her mind. Her pussy pulsed, and she slipped a hand between her legs. She loved her Brazilian wax—it drove Gil crazy. He’d lick and nibble her bald folds. Her outer lips would swell until she thought she’d pass out from the intense pleasure of him tonguing her.

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Now, caressing her soft skin, she imagined Gil eating her on the bed while Hunter lay beside her, kissing her deeply and fondling her breasts. The reality of two men pleasuring her exceeded the fantasy, but the fantasy ramped her up until she panted. Her pussy contracted in the cleansing water. Breathless, she pulled the plug and sipped her tea. As the water drained, she closed the circular shower curtain. Remaining seated, she washed her hair with the handheld sprayer. Leaving the brandy glass on the short-legged table, she toweled off. She brushed her teeth and blew-dry her hair. The strands damp, she donned her robe and returned to the kitchen. Gil placed the last fork on the table and smiled. “Hey, beautiful.” They often enjoyed intimate dinners, both half-naked after sex. However, tonight, he’d lit cinnamon-scented candles and dimmed the funky, pink-and-yellow chandelier. The spicy candles competed with the aromas of the delicious-smelling meal. He pulled out a chair. “Trying to entice me for later?” Layla teased as she sat. “Is it working?” He sat beside her. She nodded. He poured the wine and doled portions onto their plates. “How many times have you and Hunter shared a three-way?” Layla sipped her wine. Was she the latest in a long history of trios? Gil dug into his chicken-topped pasta. “You really want to know?” “Yes.” Curiosity wouldn’t kill this kitty. He chewed and swallowed a forkful of chicken. “The first time was in high school. My grad date ditched me, and Hunter’s girlfriend was a horny little thing. When she heard I was going stag, she invited me to tag along. I had no idea she wanted two guys at once. After the dance, Hunter asked if I was game.”

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Layla listened with rapt interest while Gil related the story of him and Hunter fucking the girl in the limo Hunter had borrowed from his father’s rental service. “All that summer, it was the three of us,” Gil finished. “Always ménages?” Layla asked. He shook his head. “It might sound weird, but we both dated her. Sometimes we’d do a three-way, other times it was just her and me for a night. Or her and Hunter. Until you, I’d never met such a randy chick. She couldn’t get enough. She left for McGill that fall, and neither of us heard from her again. We shared another girl in university for a few months. Now there’s you.” Layla cleared her throat. “Have you done it with two women?” “Yes, and it’s fantastic. It’s best if the women are bi. That way they can get each other off while the guy’s recovering.” “You realize I’m not bi?” He laughed. “If you’re not into two girls and one guy, I’ll survive.” “I want to please you, Gil.” She pushed her salad around with her fork. “Are you bi?” During the three-way, he hadn’t touched Hunter in a sexual manner that she recalled. But then she’d been a tad occupied. “Nah. I like the extra pleasure my woman receives from a ménage. Two guys usually doubles her orgasms. It’s an ego rush.” She wriggled on her chair. “It sure is.” He grinned. “You, Layla, are a sexual force. If I need to share you with a friend like Hunter now and then to watch your beautiful face while you come several times in one night, bring it on.” His erotic philosophy aroused her. Sore had flown out the window. She was wet. She got up. “Thank you for tonight. I loved it.” Stepping toward him, she touched his warm, bare shoulder.

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He scraped back his chair, and she straddled his lap. She brushed the hair off his forehead, whispering, “You’re too good to me, baby.” Feathering her fingertips along his face, she kissed him. He held her close, and their kisses deepened. His erection bulged in his jeans. He slipped his hands between them and unknotted the bathrobe. “Should we wait?” “No.” Her excitement moistened the denim. “I’m on fire tonight.” He chuckled. “I wonder why.” Layla slid off his lap. On her knees, she unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips, and she stripped off the denim and boxer-briefs. His erection stood straight and strong. Grasping it, she circled her tongue around the plum-like head and under the ridge. She nibbled the hot length of him. Flattening her tongue, she pressed it firm against his cock. His ragged breathing excited her. He urged her up. Straddling his lap again, she positioned herself above his shaft. He guided his cock inside her. She sank down, down. Her silk robe fluttered around them. Supporting her ass in both hands, he stood. His cock lodged deep as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the queen-sized bed dwarfing her bedroom and rested her on the sheets. “I know you said you’re not sore, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He reached for a bottle of lube on her nightstand and squirted a large dose onto his palm. He lubed her clit and entrance. In return, she coated his cock. Their bodies slick, he drove into her. She locked her legs around his hips and accepted his strong thrusts. Their fingers laced together as they kissed. He held her hands on the bed above their bodies, trapping her against the sheets. “Are you thinking of Hunter?” he asked as he fucked her.

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Not right now. “Only you.” The feel of him inside her, his mouth hot on her tits, the erotic depths of his voice. “It’s okay if you are,” he said. “If you imagine both of us fucking you. It’s such a turn-on watching you, Layla. Make no mistake, it will happen again.” She smiled dreamily. Gil stretched her arms up further, clamping her wrists as if they were bound. He plunged hard and fast. “It will happen as many times as you want it to.” “Gil.” She squeezed shut her eyes. “It’ll happen again tonight…after Forbidden. We’ll dance with you together, me in front and him behind, like we’re fucking you.” The scene unfurled in her mind. They danced amid a throng of gyrating bodies, the music loud in their ears, echoing in their bones. Hunter grinded her ass while Gil palmed her pussy through her dress. On the bed, Gil plunged hard, and Layla’s nightclub fantasy expanded. As the club music blared, Hunter lifted her skirt from behind and Gil fingered her clit—not caring who watched. He brought her to climax right there on the crowded dance floor. Oh! Gil whispered in her ear, “Later, we’ll come back here. Hunter will fuck you, like I’m fucking you now. We’ll slide your hips to the edge of the bed and hold your legs in the air—spreading you so fucking wide, Layla. We’ll finger and eat you, then fuck you while we’re standing. We’ll trade places, baby. Both of us fucking you and fucking you until you beg us to stop.” “Gillll!” Her body sizzled and soared. “Whenever he visits Vancouver,” Gil said. “Every three to five weeks. Between his visits, you’re mine. All mine. You’ll never know when he’s showing up…until he’s here. But you’ll be primed. You’ll be ready. I’ll keep you primed, baby. For fucking me and fucking Hunter. Taking us both.”

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Screaming, Layla came so hard that multi-colored sparks blasted off behind her closed eyelids. Gil slammed into her. Letting go of her wrists, he arched up, neck tendons tight. A deep groan ripped from his throat. Layla pulled down his head and kissed him while he rode out his orgasm. Contentment filled her. This, Layla, you lucky girl, is pure happiness. Gil was her guy. But she’d fuck Hunter too. As long as the situation benefited the three of them. And she got off on knowing that was exactly what Gil wanted.

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About the Author Multi-published author Kate St. James has been an avid reader since childhood. So it’s only natural that she loves spending her days writing about the hot men and adventurous women populating her head. When Kate’s not engrossed in her fictional worlds, you can find her chasing her hound in the hills above an azure lake, ignoring the smoke alarms blaring from the kitchen or endlessly renovating her house. Follow Kate on Twitter: @katestjames And on Facebook: www.facebook.com/katestjamesbooks.

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