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But before she could contemplate further, Jace reached between her legs and stroked her with expert skill. Her body revved like the gas pedal had been stomped on, her physical reaction to the two guys an ingrained, uncontrollable response. When they touched her, she melted. Period. So after only a few caresses, her skin had gone hot and arousal coated Jace’s fingers, his touch becoming slippery against her.
She let go of a breath she’d been holding.
“Dre, our girl likes this more than she’s admitting. You should feel how creamy she is for us already. But she’s still thinking way too much. We didn’t ask her to think, did we?”
“No, I believe we told her to obey,” Andre said, and she knew the sexy bastard was smiling.
“Well, let’s see if we can get her focused on the right things,” Jace said, a dangerous but playful edge in his voice.
Jace shifted behind her, adjusting his hold. Then something smooth pushed against her heated flesh—a toy of some kind. Jace ran the tip of it around her entrance, teasing the sensitive nerve endings there, and then dipped it in and out in a shallow thrust. She bit her lip and balled her fists, the quivering sensations making her forget for a moment that she was supposed to be protesting.
“Relax, bella,” Andre said, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. He leaned close and kissed the spot she was biting on her lip.
She released her lip and Andre took advantage, putting his mouth fully on hers. Unable to resist the slow, teasing kiss, her muscles started to loosen, her fingers uncurling, and Jace pushed whatever devious device he had home. Two simultaneous threads of awareness went through her as the toy slid inside her and another piece settled against her clit. Then Jace turned on the vibration.
She gasped into the kiss, the sweet zip of pleasure taking her breath, and Andre pulled back.
“Very nice,” Jace said, squeezing her hip as he adjusted the device with his other hand, sending flutters of pleasure twirling up her spine. “This one’s called the GC. Brand-new item I’m thinking of carrying in the store. Powerful enough to hit both your G-spot and your clit but discreet and quiet enough to wear beneath your clothes. And guess who gets to be the test subject?”
She swallowed hard, the steady stimulation making it hard to keep her focus. This one had some power, but it was set just high enough to make her throb and not send her over. It had to be some sort of U-shape because it was hugging her, staying put and torturing her slowly with no reprieve when she shifted her hips. And if it could be worn under clothes, she knew what that meant. There’d be a remote. And she wouldn’t be the one in control of it.
“Anything hurting?” Jace asked.
She shook her head. Not hurting. Aching? Yes. But that had nothing to do with pain.
Jace switched off the vibration, giving her a second to catch her breath, and tapped her ankle again. In automatic mode now, she lifted each foot and he tugged on another pair of panties—a thong with a tighter fit that pressed snugly against the vibrator. The pressure made her even more aware of the toy.
Jace smoothed her skirt back down. That’s when she realized they weren’t staying here at all. There’d be no need for any extra layers.
She wet her lips. “Can I ask where we’re going?”
“You can, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to answer you,” Jace said.
“Smartass.”
He laughed. “Our captive isn’t very polite.”
“That’s okay,” Andre said, close enough for his breath to tickle her cheek. “I don’t mind her putting up a fight. We both know who’s going to win.”
She shivered at the threat. Because she knew exactly who always won when she let go of her reservations and put her trust in these two. She did.
Didn’t make it easier to let go of her natural need for control, though. “Two days, guys, seriously. I love you and I’m usually game for anything, but two days is all I can afford to take off. I have—”
A hand pressed over her lips again. “Enough, bella. You’re ours. Neither of us is asking permission to be penciled in on your schedule. You’re coming with us for as long as we require.”
Part of her still wanted to protest more about this not being a good time, that she had things to do, that maybe she wasn’t in the right headspace for this anyway. But the other part of her trusted that they had her best interests in mind. They were probably taking her for a night or two at The Ranch. Work could wait for a couple of days. And this would be way more fun.
Because another highly effective way to chase away melancholy feelings was a whole different kind of To-Do list—one where she only had to follow instructions, one where she surrendered it all, where everything else fell away and she could settle into the sweet refuge of submission to these men.
There the worries couldn’t touch her.
At least for a little while.
She lowered her head. “When do we leave?”
“Now. Wyatt said the jet would be ready to go by noon.”
Her head snapped up. “Jet?”
