“All right, love. Tate’s had his turn. Now it’s mine.” Eric eased her from Tate’s arms and into his.
Breath hitching, she settled against his lean strength, drawn as always to his sharply-cut golden hair and glittering hazel eyes, full of sexual promise. When they dropped to her chest and flared, she glanced down to find that her bodice had shifted and her breasts were almost exposed.
“Oh, I need to fix that.” She reached for one of her straps.
Eric’s hands tightened on her. “Don’t you dare. We’ll have you out of that dress shortly, so your modesty, while very sweet, is utterly unnecessary with us.” And unwelcome from the sound of his voice. “You should be far more focused on all the pleasurably dirty things I plan to do to you. Want me to tell you all about it?”
Belle barely managed a shaky nod.
If he was anything like Tate, the next words out of his mouth would damn near set her on fire. She’d never guessed Tate could talk like that, but she felt as if she’d glimpsed a new side of him, one with a confidence he didn’t often display. He’d taken over the minute his lips had touched hers—turning surprisingly commanding—and Belle hadn’t wanted to do a thing beyond follow his lead. Now, she ached to know what Eric had in mind.
“Please.”
A wicked smile curled his lips. “I want to strip you bare so you have nowhere to hide and I can take in every single inch of your gorgeous flesh. Then I’m going to touch and taste every part of it. I’ll caress your shoulders, kiss your nape, run my tongue down your spine, suck your nipples, and lave your clit until you’re crying out.”
Wow. He and Tate had gone to the same school of seduction. All of that sounded wonderful…and a bit overwhelming since no man had ever done any of that to her. Just the mere suggestion had need bubbling under her skin, her nipples tightening, her clit aching.
“Why don’t you start by kissing me?” She responded with a sultry tone of her own. She wasn’t sure where it had come from—or the confidence that accompanied it. Maybe she was not only uncovering a new side to them, but they’d sparked one in her with their touch.
“My pleasure.” Eric’s lips found hers, teasing gently, a brush of heat and softness that left her wanting more.
He seemed to surround her as he kissed her, never pausing or faltering as he slid his fingers through her hair and pressed her body to his own. Belle opened for his onslaught and tasted a hint of the beer he’d had at the reception, along with a spicy, addicting tang. With a little moan, she opened to him and threw herself into the kiss, aroused by Kell’s eyes on her, by Tate sidling up behind her to feather his lips up her nape.
God, she was melting.
Before she’d even finished the thought, all her bosses worked together to ease her to the floor. Eric didn’t miss a beat. He covered her, steadying himself above her. As he plunged his tongue deep in a silky kiss, he reached under her skirt and brushed one warm palm up her thigh, to her hip. He parted her legs with a nudge of his own and rocked his erection right against that sensitive spot that had her gasping. Heat flashed from her lips all the way to her core.
“You look too pretty not to ravish, Annabelle,” Kellan said over the roaring of her heart.
She was wet in a way she’d never imagined. She’d read about passion, knew the basics, but no man had ever taken her there before, ever made her feel so restless and needy and ready to beg.
“In fact, I think I’ll start now. It’s my turn,” Kellan insisted.
As Eric raised his head with a growl, Belle gave a little shiver and glanced at the only one of her bosses who hadn’t yet kissed her. Kellan impacted her like a sex bomb exploding all through her system. As unwilling as she was to end the addictive perfection of Eric’s kiss, she was dying to know the flavor of Kell’s mouth and every dirty desire he wanted to slake on her.
Eric brushed her hair back and planted a final kiss on her lips, his eyes seductive. “Don’t be scared of the Dom there. He might want some things that seem strange at first, but they’ll bring you pleasure in the end.”
He’d mentioned discipline. That meant spanking or flogging or something mysteriously kinky she barely knew about. She risked another glance up at Kell.
He was six foot three inches of pure sin, from his conservatively cut dark hair, all the way to his stylish black Italian loafers. As he crouched beside her now, his shoulders loomed broad, his stare hot with demand. Annabelle swallowed hard. Kellan Kent had a body built for sex.
She noticed that he’d loosened his tie since entering the suite. A sexy five-o’clock shadow graced the sharp line of his jaw. Kellan’s face was all planes and angles, making his beauty undeniable but predatory.
“Take off your clothes, Annabelle. Now. I want to see every inch of you. You’ll present yourself to me. Do you understand? Is that command spelled out for you in those books you read when you think no one is looking?”
She felt herself flush. He knew what was on her tablet? “That’s private.”
Kellan’s eyes flared, and she realized she’d just challenged the Dom. “Oh, no it’s not. That tablet is company property, bought for you with my credit card, and I was beyond excited to find out that you used it to read erotica—and not just any erotica.”
She read BDSM and ménage. And judging from the looks on their faces, they all knew it. Could they guess that when she read those books, she imagined that her bosses were the heroes and she was the lucky woman in the middle?