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“Don’t look so disappointed,” Caleb says to me, his tone dripping with sarcasm, and suddenly I find myself swallowing a laugh.
“Look,” I say to dissolve the tension. “You clearly like being the center of attention and Caleb found it arousing to watch us kiss. So for now, we can touch each other, but no penetration.”
Briar chokes on her wine.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I ask, seeing her jittery reaction.
“I’m sure,” she replies assuredly.
Then I turn toward Caleb. “Areyousure about this?”
His brow is set in a tense scowl as he looks between us. “No penetration. We are doing this to conceive, after all, so letting another man come inside you probably isn’t the wisest thing to do.”
“Right,” I say before taking a drink.
I don’t bother telling them that even if sex were on the table, they don’t need to worry aboutthatfrom me. I haven’t seen my dick unload in…three months? Or is it four now?
“You call the shots,” I say, looking at Briar. “If you want to stop, we stop. Just say the word, okay?”
“Okay,” she replies.
Even after everything at the club, I’ve never been with a woman like Briar. She embodies everything that isgoodandpure. And I desperately want to be the one to defile her.
Which gives me an idea.
This entire time, Caleb has seen his wife as someone he’s not supposed to disgrace. Someone he’s supposed to protect. Someone he’s supposed to keep pure and good.
But I’m willing to bet he would love ruining her as much as I would, as would she.
Leaning over, I delicately take the wineglass from Briar’s hand. Stroking her hair, I say, “You are such a good girl, aren’t you?”
Instantly, her shoulders press back, and she holds her head higher.
“Yes,” she says with slight hesitancy.
“And you’re going to do exactly as we say, aren’t you?”
Obediently, she nods.
“Even if it’s a little dirty?”
She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth innocently.
“Yes,” she hums in response.
“First, I want you to strip down to your panties and your bra and go kneel in the middle of the room for me and wait. Okay?”
“Okay,” she replies.
Caleb and I stand next to each other as we watch Briar pull off her dress and shoes. I see the way his eyes drink in her body, watching her with desire.
“You heard her,” I say, glancing over at him. “She’ll do whatever we want. So tonight, imagine she’s not your wife. She’s just a pretty little angel who has ended up at our mercy. Just think of all the depraved things we can do with her.”
The effect this is having on him is apparent. His next inhale shakes with anticipation; his fists are clenched at his sides.
He tugs open the top button of his shirt, methodically working each one all the way down. The sight of his fingers slipping them through has me feeling unexpectedly entranced.
Briar waits patiently on her knees, staring down at the floor. She does look like an angel in those white lace panties and bra. Not a drop of ink on her porcelain skin.
