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Startled and assailed with guilt over her lust, she arched her neck at the sound of Grey’s voice and lifted an arm up high, her flesh going lax with his presence. “Grey, I need you.”
He helped her out of the water and swathed her in a plush dry towel, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I need you, too.”
She tipped her head up to Grey’s as Heath surged out of the pool behind her. “Share the great office emergency?”
“Give me a kiss and we’ll see.”
Smiling at the somber look on his face, she fitted her lips to his, loving the warmth and strength of his arms as he enfolded them around her and scooped her up.“Come on, Miss Kearny, up we go.”
“What happened? Did the building burn to ashes? Did someone quit, die, break a nail?”
He gave a put-out sigh as he carried her around. “It’s foolish. She just wanted to assure me her job was done for the day. Baby, I don’t think she’s lasting that long.”
“Patience, Grey.” She palmed his jaw. “It is a virtue.”
“Not mine, sweetheart.”
As he lowered her on the chaise, she extricated her arms from the towel and lay back so he could dry her off. “Let’s get you dry, hmm? I won’t have my woman saying I don’t take care of her. And I do wash you diligently.”
She laughed, and her womb brimmed with liquid fire as his familiar scent swamped her. He was bent over, his hair darker in its dampened state, streaked with lighter golds and falling across his forehead as he dried her off in brisk, efficient moves she suspected he didn’t mean to be sexual. But to her they were. Her heart was in love with Grey. Her body was in love with his body. She could not help the strengthening of her heartbeat, the lust pouring into her blood.
Heath was toweling off his hair a few steps away and paused when she took one of Grey’s large, capable hands and pressed it between her legs.
“I’m wet here, too,” she confessed.
Grey’s eyes flicked up to hers. Something passed there, something that sizzled. He swiped her wet hair behind her forehead with his free hand, his voice deepening. “Right. Wet.”
He hooked his thumbs under the strings around her hips.“Let’s get this wet thing off you and we’ll see.” He peeled off her bikini bottom, and she gasped at her buttocks hitting the raspy, rainproof chaise fabric. He tested her pussy lips with his two longest fingers, his pupils dark and dilated, simmering with heat. “Is this what you wanted me to find, Antonia?”
The flesh distended as he inserted one finger, then swelled more for two. He plugged them deep into the heart of her. Her toes dug into the chaise while her hips rose, a shriek of ecstasy leaving her lips.
Heath dropped his towel and took a step forward. Over his shoulder, Grey said, “Want to take a look at this, Heath?”
She fell still as he approached. Her mouth dried up at the sight he presented with his erection straining his royal blue trunks to a tent. Staring brazenly at her tits, he crooked his shoulders and seized her inner thigh. She could feel the calluses in his palm as his dampened hand slid slowly upward.
Watching his intense expression, she licked her lips, tingling with the knowledge that Grey watched what Heath was doing to her with a matching intensity.
Heath’s thumb touched one distended lip first, then pulled it aside so he could gingerly stroke inside. Against her right hip, the ridge and form of Grey’s penis stabbed into her flesh. Huskily, he whispered something about licking her dry and ducked his head. His tongue laved one tightly pebbled nipple.
By the time Heath stuck a long, expert finger inside her, she reared up in need. “Yes,” she said, her voice hoarse.
He slid over the crest of her clit, coating his thumb with her cream until it glistened, and with their gazes locked, he raised it to his tongue.
“She’s soaked, Grey.”
She trembled as Heath lapped hungrily at his finger, his tongue flat and long, triggering memories of having it in her pussy.
Her nipple vibrated when Grey spoke against it. “I know she’s soaked.” He kept her anchored against him as he rose, her toes touching the ground. “Cold, Toni?” he whispered.
She buried her lips in his neck, where she smiled in mischief. “Guess again.”
“Just say when, and we’re all over you.”
“When when when!”
Damp swim trunks hit the ground with a splat. Then the three of them stumbled up the steps, through the terrace sliding doors, and into the lamp-lit bedroom, all while Grey was groping and squeezing and tasting any body part within reach. Delicious, all of her.
“You there, Heath?”
