Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [79]
Tommy shrugged in concession. “Nope—I’d say you’re the most decisive guy I’ve ever met. But this is a little different than what ski run to hit or what you want on your pizza. Hell, it’s even a little different than buying out a company, for God’s sake.”
Braden tilted his head. “This from the guy who’s the official expert on three-ways. I thought this would be nothing to you.”
Tommy’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not me I’m concerned about. I just have to make sure you really want to share her.”
“What I want is to give her more pleasure than any man ever has—or ever will again. And this is how.”
Tommy drew back. “Whoa—this sounds serious.”
Now it was Braden who shrugged. “She’s opened up to me in ways she never has for anyone else. I just want to take that further, keep that momentum going. I want to see her experience ultimate pleasure—I want to see her take both our cocks.”
He watched Tommy draw in his breath. “Damn,” he said, sounding more aroused now than concerned.
“Is that a yes?”
“Uh, yeah. I don’t think I’m strong enough to pass this up even if I wanted to.”
“Good. And besides, I figured it would end your sex drought.”
Tommy nodded. “Hell of a way to end it, that’s for sure.”
“Just remember what I told you—we’ll need to feel her out over dinner. I know she’s into it—she just hasn’t quite talked herself into thinking it’s okay yet.”
“Got it. We play it by ear, take it where she wants it to go.”
“Exactly.” Now that it was settled, Braden looked back to his screen and resumed wondering how he was going to slay that damn stubborn dragon and get to the damsel waiting for rescue inside the castle. But thinking of that damsel made him look back up. “One more thing.”
Tommy peered around his screen again. “What’s that?”
“You can do anything with her, anything she wants. But just don’t kiss her. On the mouth, I mean.”
Tommy blinked, clearly surprised. “Why? What’s it matter?”
Braden’s chest tightened slightly. He didn’t have an answer, only knew he felt strongly about it. “Just don’t.”
An hour before Braden was set to return with Tommy, Laura finished her work and headed upstairs to shower. As she ran the soap over her body, she couldn’t help thinking of the ultrasensual bathing she’d shared with Braden. She’d been in a state of semiarousal all afternoon—ever since he’d kissed her on the couch and gotten her so hot, then left without taking it further. Now, her nipples remained sensitive and erect, and her pussy tingled with want.
Biting her lip with a thought toward the evening, she reached for the shaving cream still on the shower bench and, sitting down there, shaved her legs and the sensitive mound between. Like before, each gentle stroke of the razor blazed a trail of fire over the aching flesh, getting her hotter still.
Was she preparing for a ménage à trois? She pulled in her breath, still unsure. She only knew she wanted to make of herself what Braden had made of her prior to this: a wholly sexual being. She wanted to be aroused. And she wanted her body to be smooth and soft and clean, and her pussy boldly on display, for whatever happened later, be it with one man . . . or two.
After, she stroked her fingertips between her parted legs to make sure she felt smooth to the touch. Smooth, wet, and slick. Knowing what she would feel like to Braden—or anyone else—amped up her excitement further.
Only when she exited the shower, letting her towel drop to the floor to walk through the room naked, did she notice the pretty little shopping bag on the bed, pink and shiny. As she approached, she also spied a card bearing her name.
Hurriedly, she opened it and read the small, precise script inside.
Snowflake—
I bought this for you before I came, and just hadn’t found the right time to give it to you. I’ve been more concerned with getting you out of your clothes than getting you into sexy ones . But I thought tonight appropriate—that is, if you decide you want that ultimate pleasure I promised. No pressure, though. I want to give it to you more than I want to breathe—but you have to want it,