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When he didn't move to get it, she moistened her lips. Chris twitched beside her, but Geoff shifted. She was pretty sure he'd motioned to Chris to let her get it. In this outfit, that would be quite a show. She started to move toward the side, so she wouldn't be sticking her ass up in front of them, but Geoff spoke.
"You'll reach it easier from the end of the bed."
She met his gaze. If he'd still had that terrifyingly cool look, she honestly might have bolted, but he gave her a wink, and a genuine smile. "You know how Chris is about watching a woman bend over. Don't deprive him of the small joys in life."
She chuckled nervously. "How about you?"
His eyes flamed, a sudden lick of fire she felt on every erogenous zone on her body. "Everything you do only makes me want you more, Sam."
He nodded toward the bed again. She hesitated as she got on her hands and knees, that sense of shame still interfering with her reaction, but then she thought of Chris in the shower, Geoff meeting her at the door. She was theirs, damn it, and she wanted them to know it, see it, push past whatever bullshit this was to get back to what she'd felt with them this weekend. Both of them in tune with her body and her mind, touching her, holding her, taking her over peak after peak.
So fine. She could make that really clear. She dropped to her knees and, with a flexibility that made her very pleased with her yoga practice, she went down on her elbows in a move that stretched out her back like a cat and lifted her ass. As she ducked her head to locate the box, her knees were spread enough they'd be seeing the crotch of her hot pink panties through the loose opening of the short shorts.
"You've got this pretty far back," she said, her voice muffled.
"I know how nosy you get."
"I would never go through your things without you saying it was okay," she said, coming out with the box and a mock-indignant look, an attempt to coax them all back to a more teasing mood. She wished she'd worn the other pajamas. "Unlike other people who knew where I keep my vibrator."
"You won't go through my things, but you'll masturbate on my bed." Geoff crossed his arms. "Want to quibble over privacy issues?"
She stuck her tongue out at him, but when he merely raised a brow, unsmiling, he chased her teasing away like a strong wind dispersing a cloud. She was on her knees at his feet, a distinct psychological disadvantage, so she turned her attention to the package. They'd already wrapped it. Despite the weird mood in the room, it touched her to see the gray-and-silver packaging with the curly ribbon. They'd probably had the store wrap it up, but even so.
"Pull the storage box out," Geoff ordered in a neutral tone. "The one that was next to it."
She did so, this time her fingers trembling, because the heat of their attention on her nearly bare haunches felt like burning flame, incinerating her stomach and lower areas, an uncomfortable mix of arousal and humiliation.
When she sat back on her heels, Geoff was right behind her. She drew in a startled breath as he gripped her breasts in the tight T-shirt and used that firm hold to bring her off her heels, standing her upon her knees as he fondled her curves, plucked at her nipples. The inexorable handling of her body made her panties wetter than they already were. He didn't let her lean up against him, straight-arming her so it was all about what he wanted to do. As if he was both rewarding and punishing her. Chris's simmering look felt like his hands were on her as well.
"Geoff . . ." she whispered.
"Open your gift, Sam," he said, moving away from her.
He must have read the incoherent plea she was feeling, for forgiveness, for something, because his expression softened. "Open the gift, sweetheart," he said. "It will be all right."
Chris stroked her hair back from her face. "If you don't like it, we can take it back."
"If you two bought it, I'll love it," she said. They'd never bought her a gift she didn't adore. Sometimes they knew what she wanted better than she herself did, though Geoff had teased her once that they rarely had the chance to prove it, since she usually printed out and circled exactly whatever it was she wanted for birthdays or Christmas. Within the strict budget they'd set.
The storage box didn't give her any clues to its contents, but the ribbon on the wrapped package was held in place with a pretty silver tag that said Naughty Bits. Chris sat down on the bed next to where she was kneeling, while Geoff took a seat in a chair. She looked up at him. "May I open it?"
He'd already told her she could, but their sudden intimacy made things feel . . . better, clearer. Maybe she was just looking for the additional reinforcement, offering him proof that she wanted to behave, to do the right things.
At his nod, she freed the tape at the corners and peeled back the wrapping paper. Madison, the owner of Naughty Bits, used the good, thick kind. The box was about the size of a dress box. When she pulled off the lid, her eyes widened.
"Oh, guys. You shouldn't have."
But she was amazed and thrilled that they had. It was the full-head mask she'd seen at the shop. It was designed to look like a bird's head, with silver-gray tightly overlapped feathers. It would be a perfect match for the silver-gray corset Geoff had bought for her, which they'd not yet had a chance to try out. She fingered the soft, silky mask. "It's so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as it'll be when you're wearing it," Geoff said. Chris's fingertips whispered along her collarbone, tracing bare skin under her T-shirt. She pressed her cheek to his hand briefly as Geoff spoke, reaching out to touch her hair. "You can wear this the night we go to Madison's event."
"I hope you guys will dress up, too," she said.
"Well, now that you mention it, I got something for Chris, too. It's in the other box." He tossed a grin at Chris. "I didn't wrap yours, so no pouting."
Chris rolled his eyes. "You're so insensitive to my feelings," he complained in a girlish tone.
She chuckled but noticed Chris looked a little wary when she opened the lid of the storage box. All the things they'd bought from Naughty Bits were there in neat arrangement. Rope, Velcro cuffs, the soft flogger. The gray corset. She passed her fingers over the flogger, wondering, thinking, but took her fingers away quickly when Geoff gave her a glance. My toys, not yours, that look clearly said, which was kind of thrilling.
