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“You like role play then?”
He leaned down, kissed me gently as his hands went to my hips. “I’m into everything with you.”
Oh.
Dash took a step away and Jackson moved to stand by his side so they faced me.
“Show us your gorgeous breasts,” Dash said.
No, he ordered as he stared at my pale pink bra. I sent up a little thanks to the bra gods that I hadn’t put on a plain one when I got up this morning. The way he was eyeing me, as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands—and mouth—on them only confirmed he really was a breast man.
I sucked in a quick breath. I didn’t want to be turned on by that commanding tone, but it did something to me. It was like his voice had a direct link to my clit.
I lowered one strap and then the other, reveling in the way their eyes darkened at the sight of my breasts being exposed one inch at a time. Reaching back, I unfastened the clasp, dropping the bra on the floor. When they didn’t move, didn’t do anything but stare, I took a step toward them.
“Not so fast,” Jackson said. Shit, even sweet, loveable Jackson sounded bossy. He came to me, his fingers running over the exposed skin, so gently I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. My hands itched to touch him, too, but I knew I’d be scolded again if I tried.
Knowing that made my pussy throb painfully and I pressed my thighs together.
Dash turned me so I faced the mirror over the desk, watched as his hands traced over the tan lines from my shoulder and lower to where they formed small, white triangles on my breasts, then down to circle my nipples. I could see Jackson behind us, watching with that intense look of his.
“Where’d you wear such a teensy tiny bikini, baby doll?” Dash asked.
He didn’t have to see the hot pink two-piece in my suitcase to know it was tiny.
My mouth was dry. I was so focused on the sight of his large, calloused hands cupping my breasts that I couldn’t respond. The feel of it made me shiver and my nipples tightened even further.
When I didn’t answer, he pinched the tight tips as Jackson took a step closer. “He asked you a question.”
Oh God, that voice was delicious. “Um, Mexico,” I managed. “I was in Tulum on assignment. That’s where I came from this morning.”
I could feel Dash’s smile against my neck. “You were at a beach in Mexico in December but you decided to come back to Montana for the holidays? You must love the snow.”
Hardly. “Sister’s wedding,” I said between pants for air. Jesus, they decided now was the time to play catch up? Talking about my sister, my family in general, was the biggest turn-off ever. I just hoped they didn’t ask any questions about the wedding. The last thing I wanted was to talk about any of that while I was mostly naked and Dash McPherson was feeling me up.
He frowned at me in the mirror and his hands stilled. “Tulum? Wasn’t there a shooting there the other day?”
I nodded and thrust my chest out, hoping he’d get the hint and start playing again. I didn’t want to talk about that either. Not ever, but especially not now when I was so thoroughly focused on those hands and the way he touched me. The shooting had nothing to do with my assignment and while I hadn’t been in the direct line of fire…it had been close enough. I’d heard the shots and the ensuing chaos. I shook my head to make that memory go away.
Dash’s gaze was filled with concern and I was terrified he was going to ask more questions. This wasn’t supposed to be a therapy session, for Christ’s sake. This was a one-night-stand. There had to be a rule that said there was no heavy conversation.
When Dash dropped to his knees and said, “Spread your legs,” it seemed small talk was over. Those were the words I liked to hear.
I responded to the gruff command quickly. Too quickly, stepping wide once again. Shit, I hated being ordered around. “When’s it my turn to call the shots?” I asked.
Dash grinned up at me but instead of answering, he leaned forward and buried his face between my thighs, his wet, hot mouth closing over my panties. That thin silk was the only thing keeping his tongue from my pussy and the hot friction was excruciating. I cried out and Jackson stepped right behind me, keeping me upright. He reached around, teased my nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive peaks as I arched my back for more.
I could feel a familiar tension building inside me. Well, hell. An orgasm had never come on so quickly for me before. I typically needed some assistance from a vibrator but my body had gone from zero to sixty at the feel of two men teasing me. Just seeing them seemed to be foreplay.
“So close,” I breathed, my hands grasped Dash’s head to keep him right…there…between my thighs. “Don’t stop.”
But as soon as I said the words, Dash pulled back and gave me that lazy grin. “Not so fast, baby doll. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
I gaped down at him, ready to beg for release, but before I could, he spun me around so my breasts were crushed against Jackson’s chest. Jackson kissed me as Dash’s hand slapped my ass.
“What—?”
I jerked at the unexpected sting, but then moaned into Jackson’s mouth as my pussy clenched, begging for more. I’d never been spanked before and while it hadn’t been that hard, it had been… Holy fuck. Hot.
