Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
A lamp is turned on with a click, filling the room with a golden glow.
Banks lifts Elise off my lap and I growl, trying to haul her back down. Until he quickly lays a hand on my shoulder. “Relax. I’m undressing her for you.” He stares at me hard, but there’s no aggression there. Something tells me he’s just trying to reach me through the Elise-fog that’s surrounding me. “Put on protection for her.”
I exhale and try to gather my thoughts, but it’s no use. She’s consumed me.
And when Banks unzips her dress, grinds his jaw and shoves the garment down to the floor, revealing that her golden tan runs to every lithe inch of her, she sends me a dazed smile. In that moment, I know with total certainty that I’m going to be obsessed with Elise Brandeis as long as I live.
Chapter Twelve
The room is spinning.
Hands and mouths caress my skin. My thighs, bare stomach and throat. The snap of my bra is like a firework going off in the cool, quiet room and then my nipples are tightening into a painful pucker, spurred by the air conditioning, the men on either side of me removing my clothes, arousing me for a third man who watches me like a bear who is on the hunt for his first pot of honey after a long hibernation.
Tobias steps in front of me, temporarily blocking my view of Gabe. He looks me straight in the eye and tucks his pinkie finger into the front waistband of my panties, dropping to his knees and slowly, slowly peeling the garment down to my ankles. He is nearly eye level with my sex, but still has to lean down slightly, heat spreading in his eyes, tilting his head as he studies me there. His chest starts to move faster, his hands clenching tightly around my panties.
“She’s almost ready.” His warm breath on my flesh makes me gasp, my left hand reaching for Banks and he takes it quickly. Tobias watches the movement, his upper lip stiffening. “Almost,” he repeats. “Gabe is going to need her right on the edge if he’s going to get her to the finish line.”
“Stop talking about me like a race car.”
“My apologies.” He lays a hot kiss on my sex and against my will, I start to tremble. Damn this deeply ingrained attraction to him. I hold my breath and watch as he sits down and lays the back of his head on the edge of the bed. “If you were a race car, you’d be a Ferrari, by the way. That sort of makes us your pit crew.” He crooks his finger at me, swallowing hard enough that I can see the lump lift and plummet in his throat. So much bravado. “What say you come closer for a little tune-up, love?”
I want to punch him in the face and feel him on top of me at the same time.
How is that possible?
As if sensing my confusion, Banks kisses my shoulder, his knuckle trailing up and down in the split of my backside. “Do you want that?” He reaches between my thighs from behind, dragging his middle finger through my flesh and spreading the wetness all the way back. Like, the back, shooting my eyes a little wider. For a moment, with these three hungry males surrounding me, touching me in places I haven’t been touched before, I wonder if I’m out of my depth, but I discard the worry just as quickly. I’m in control here. They’ve put me in control. “Do you want to kneel over his face, Elise?” Banks asks urgently against my ear. “While I kneel behind you?”
Yes.
Yes, I want to experience everything with these men tonight. They make me feel safe and lusted after and the way I’m attuned to all three of them in different ways is overwhelming. With everything in my life so undecided, they’ll make me forget for the night. They’ll occupy me mentally and physically until there’s only them. Only pleasure.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Tobias closes his eyes for a moment, as if relieved. When they open again, I swear I see the flicker of a flame in their depths. “You’re going to put your left knee on the bed and lean forward, palms flat on the mattress.” His color is deepening, chest heaving rapidly. “Tell me when I find the right rhythm, love. I already know the spot.”
With that statement hanging in the air, he takes hold of my bottom in a firm grip and pulls me forward, opening his mouth against my slit and inhaling roughly. “Must be exhausting walking around all day with something so priceless tucked away between your legs.” His tongue parts me, moving like a winding river over my clit, then retreating with added pressure, no joke, making me squeal and fall forward in the exact position he asked of me, eyes temporarily blind. “Smart girl. You know you can trust me with it.”