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Chris gave him an inscrutable look, then tilted his head to look down at her. "Like it?" he said.
She nodded and watched his lips tighten in reaction as Geoff touched the G with a brief fingertip. When Chris lifted his gaze to meet Geoff's, heat flashed between them.
"I think it's time to go home," Geoff said. "I want to be alone with you both."
***
They had her step back into her skirt and Geoff wrapped the shawl around her shoulders before they left the building. Chris had changed back into street clothes, though she expected they wouldn't have any problem getting him to wear that scintillating outfit again, now that he'd seen firsthand how much she and Geoff had enjoyed him in it.
Geoff or Chris always opened the car door for her before getting in their own seats. This time, when they went into the parking lot, Chris touched her arm, holding her in place as he took the backseat, pulled off his shirt so it wasn't chafing the brand and then drew her back there to sit on his lap. He pulled the belt over both of them, Geoff reaching in from the other side to help to fasten it. It pressed into the corset and against her shoulder, holding her closer to Chris's bare chest. His hands slid down her thighs, helping her adjust. She made a little noise as he pressed her against his groin, and she saw the flash of Geoff's teeth.
"Got a couple of lumps in that seat, Samantha Beth?"
"Comfort is overrated," she said, rotating her hips against Chris playfully and earning a grunt from him. Geoff undid the mask, sliding it from her face and combing his fingers through her hair to loosen it from its binding. He brought it tumbling down on her bare shoulders. Chris rubbed his face in it as he liked to do, and Sam dropped her head back against the passenger window as he removed the shawl and kissed the rise of her breasts.
"There's our girl," Geoff said. He got into the front seat and turned over the ignition. "Keep her occupied, Chris."
"Gladly." Guiding her arm around his neck, Chris speared her with a look that sent tingles from her nape to the base of her spine. "Guess I'll have to figure out ways to keep you moving like that." Wrapping his hand in her hair, he held her head back forcibly and began to feast on her throat, working his mouth along her jugular, down to the meeting point between the collarbones, along the sternum and then back to the pillow of her breasts, his tongue curling inside the corset to find her nipple.
"Oh God . . ." She clutched his shoulder. It seemed like she'd been in an edgy state of arousal for hours now, a state that surged to the forefront as he played with her nipples with his tongue, teased her skin with his mouth, all the way home. She writhed and squirmed, his damp, muscled skin pressed against her. She was panting, moaning, pleading, but neither man took mercy on her. Geoff was even humming as he was driving, something Mr. Road Rage never did. Maybe she'd recommend having her in an erotic frenzy every time he drove to keep his mind off of homicidal behavior. Another sacrifice she was willing to make.
She didn't care who might be looking in at the stoplights, trying to see what they were doing. "Please . . ."
Chris shook his head and lifted his face. "I like you like this. I'm beginning to get why it makes Geoff hard and hot. So be quiet and just take it."
Wow. He didn't say it mean, but his unrelenting tone had her shuddering in his grip. She could feel Geoff's attention, sharpening on them when Chris got tough like that. Their desires were like blades closing in on both sides, and she welcomed the edges.
They pulled into the driveway. She wasn't sure she'd make it into the house on her own, but she didn't need to worry about that. Geoff came around to open their door. Chris unbuckled the seat belt and lifted her into Geoff's grasp. Her Master steadied her on her feet and put a proprietary hand on her ass, holding her there.
"You getting all worked up with her behind my back just makes me want to kick your ass and then ram into it. You know that, don't you?"
Chris tossed him a challenging look. "Maybe I'll do it to you first. And then take her while you're figuring out how to walk."
Geoff bared his teeth, but she saw the light in his eyes, reflected in Chris's grin. "Big talk. Inside," Geoff said.
Geoff picked Sam up and carried her up the driveway as Chris preceded them, opening the door. Once inside, Geoff put her down on a chair in their living room with deliberate gentleness. He lifted her hand and kissed it. "Just one moment," he promised her.
He turned, caught Chris by the shoulders and slammed him up against the wall, making her gasp. In the next second, he was kissing him just as ravenously as Chris had kissed her. Sam tucked her knees beneath her and pivoted on the chair so she could watch them, her fingers curled in the top cushion. All the evening's stimulation was culminating into this, charging the room with an explosive heat that radiated among all three of them, reckless, careless and radical emotions charging the air.
Chris fought and reversed their positions, pushing Geoff against the wall, his hands wandering hungrily over him, ripping the black dress shirt open as Geoff half laughed, half cursed against his mouth. He put his hand on Chris's shoulder, half covering the brand, but immediately realized where he was and shifted his touch. Sam was strangely overwhelmed, seeing that studied gesture of care inserted into the animal desire between them.
Geoff straight-armed Chris. "Get out of your clothes, all of them." Pushing him away, he moved into the kitchen, pulled out one of the sturdy chairs and pointed to it. "And sit your ass there."
Chris's gaze was all sensual fire, but he shed the jeans, underwear and shoes. Geoff had plans for her as well. "Lose the skirt and the panties, Samantha Beth. Leave the stockings, shoes and corset. Then come over here."
She came to him, every inch of her sizzling with awareness, aching for contact. Geoff unhooked the corset and unwrapped it from her body. Tossing it to the side, he left her in only the heels and thigh-high stockings.
"With the shoes or without?" He cocked a brow at Chris.
Chris had taken a seat in the chair, thighs spread, cock erect and against his belly, his arms crossed. He took his time examining her before answering Geoff, gaze sliding over the high heels, up her legs to her hips and mons, her stomach, breasts, shoulders and waiting face. "Without. She's hot as hell like that, but my favorite way of having her is just as o
ur girl. Our Sam."
"Agreed. Take hold of yourself, stroke your dick."
Chris's gaze shifted to him. "For her or you?"
"Does it matter?" Geoff's brow lifted.
