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She had replaced everything in the apartment when Drew moved out—the ultra-contemporary furniture he had insisted on, the bland dark wood furniture in the bedroom, all of it.
"Has another man slept here with you?" He drew her into the room as she stared up at him.
His eyes were fierce, his dark brows lowered, his expression almost savage as she shook her head.
"I sleep on the couch," she whispered, waving toward the door as his arm hooked around her waist and pulled her to him.
"Not tonight you don't. " His lips came down on hers, his tongue pushing against hers, forcing her to tangle with his as her breath caught at the surge of heat and emotion that tore from inside her.
She didn't know where Khalid was. She forgot about him being there except in the most distant reaches of her mind.
She felt Chase, inside and out. His hands bunching up her dress, then pulling back enough to draw it over her head.
She was missing her panties again. She allowed herself a satisfied little smile at the thought. He had torn her panties from her in the limo. Again. Chase did like tearing her panties from her.
As her dress slipped to the floor she felt Khalid behind her, drawing the sapphire-studded pins from her hair.
Chase tilted his head, his lips slanting over hers again and she wondered if he knew he was branding her spirit with this kiss. That he was taking her, opening far more than her lips to his kiss.
She felt her hair flow around her shoulders then, felt Khalid's hands sifting through it, massaging her scalp, and she moaned at the feeling, her hands clutching at Chase's shoulders as Khalid kissed her shoulders before his hands moved to them, stroking them, his thumbs sinking into the muscle there, and she swore she could feel Chase's kiss in the muscles relaxing beneath his fingers.
She felt Chase's kiss in every fiber of her body.
When his lips lifted, she whimpered at the loss, clutched his shoulders harder and almost moaned when he lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed.
Where Khalid was stretching out beside her. Khalid's lips covered hers then, drawing her away from Chase as she fought to hold on to him.
She tore her lips from Khalid's, searching for Chase, found him beside the bed, stripping.
Khalid's lips slid to her neck, his hand stroked her stomach, thumbs circling, relieving and yet building the sensual pressure growing inside her as Chase moved to the bed.
"Lift up, little one. " Khalid eased her up, then unclipped her bra.
Chase eased the straps from her shoulders and tossed it aside. He pulled her shoes from her feet, rolled her stockings from her legs, his lips following the path, kissing and licking her flesh as he found erogenous zones she hadn't known she had.
She was naked now, lying atop the thick comforter of her bed, vines twisting overhead as primal heat began to build in the room.
"Such beauty, Chase," Khalid murmured as he cupped her breast. "Silk and satin warmth. It is a pleasure to be a third to such a beautiful woman. "
Chase's gaze sharpened on Khalid. The other man was always a compliment factory when it came to women, but his voice seemed deeper now, arcing with a different sort of satisfaction from what Chase had heard in his voice before.
Chase picked up the small bottle of oil Khalid had placed on the long table at the foot of the bed.
He warmed it between his hands, watching her as she watched him. Her eyes were sapphire bright in her flushed face, filled with desire, sensuality, with all the need and hunger a woman felt.
He picked up her foot and rubbed the oil into it as Khalid took the bottle, warmed the oil similarly and lifted her against him.
Kia reclined against his chest, her lashes drifting closed as the other man worked the muscles of her arms slowly. Chase followed suit along her small feet, up her slender legs.
By the time he reached her thighs she was moaning, arching up to him, her legs spreading of their own volition as he came between them.
He pressed them farther apart, and she followed his lead easily. Her arousal was past the point of embarrassment. She was open to him, completely. The soft, dewy folds of her flesh parted, flowered open.
Soft pink flesh was flushed with need, the folds swollen, her clit engorged and throbbing once again. She tasted like desire itself. Hot and liquid sweet, rolling against his tongue like the finest nectar. And demanding. She had been demanding in the limo, demanding that he suck that little bud, that he give her release.
His teeth clenched before he leaned far over, parted them and pulled a soft fold between his lips. He licked over it, showing her why she wanted her flesh waxed and smooth and bared to his touch.
She whimpered at the sensations across sensitive nerve endings. Her lashes were lowered over her gem-bright eyes, her expression dazed, filled with the sensual eroticism racing through all of them.
