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When dessert was over, Michael said, “We’ll take a car to the guest house. It sits on the back portion of the estate.”
Anticipation could be a real bitch. It clawed at her. Hitched her enthusiasm.
Michael and Sam escorted her to the foyer, where they were handed their coats by the butler. Sam helped her into hers. They left the main house and Michael drove them down a winding pavered path carved into the trees that lined each side of the estate as well as the acreage beyond the mansion. The three-bedroom guesthouse had a gorgeous wood-accented entryway and sweeping staircase, numerous windows, and a heated swimming pool and spa.
Sam built a fire in the living room hearth as Scarlet admired the views through the glass panes along one wall.
Michael stole behind her and whisked her hair over her shoulder. He kissed her temple, then asked, “Do you want wine or water? Anything?”
She gazed at his reflection and smiled. “I want to know that the two of you are still going through with this.”
“We’re here, aren’t we?”
She faced Michael. His mouth sealed to hers. His hands clasped her hips just as her fingers fisted the front of his shirt. The searing lip-lock went on and on. Until Scarlet was breathless.
She pulled away … but still wanted more.
Her gaze landed on Sam, standing alongside the fireplace, watching them. The vibrant glow in his eyes spurred her on. She crossed to him, slid her palms up his chest to his shoulders. Then downward where she clutched his bulging biceps. He kissed her slowly, teasingly, their lips and tongues twisting and tangling. He palmed her ass and squeezed before pressing her firmly against him. She felt his erection and it thrilled her even more to know how quickly he responded to her. To the sight of Michael kissing her and the wicked promise of what was to come.
Behind her, she smelled Michael’s distinct scent and her excitement ratcheted as he moved in close and his lips skimmed along her neck. He nipped the skin as Sam continued his sensuous kisses. Already she was careening toward sensory overload. And they’d just started.…
Between kisses, Sam murmured, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Desire flared deep within her. She was really and truly going to get her wish. Her fantasy.
Michael stepped away. Sam scooped her into his strong arms and carried her upstairs with Michael hot on their heels.
Scarlet’s fingers raked through Sam’s lush hair and she nibbled on his earlobe. Then whispered, “Nothing’s off-limits as far as I’m concerned.”
“Careful about granting carte blanche, darlin’. Michael and I will take advantage of it.”
“I know what I’m doing. What I want.”
She’d spent the past two days preparing herself with her toys. She’d boldly asked her friends about double penetration, and both Jewel and Bayli swore by it. Just hearing them describe how amazing it was to have both of their men inside them at the same time had gotten Scarlet’s juices flowing.
They entered a room and Sam set her on her feet. Then he flipped the switch for the gas fireplace and sank into a chair next to it. Michael propped his shoulder against the doorframe and folded his arms over his chest.
Scarlet eyed one man, then the other. What were they up to?
The suspense drew out as they both stared at her. Taking her in from head to toe and back up. She wore a tight black tank dress with a caramel-colored leather jacket over it. Black thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels. Michael appeared transfixed by her legs. Sam’s gaze remained on her breasts.
Eventually Michael spoke.
“Strip for us,” he quietly commanded.
Scarlet’s entire body went up in flames.
It was one thing to have Michael or Sam peel away her clothing. It was something altogether different to do it herself while they both watched. While they both knew the other was getting hotter and hotter with every layer removed.
Christ, she was getting hotter and hotter just thinking of it.
She gripped the lapels of her jacket and slid the leather slowly down her arms. Let the garment drop to the floor. Then she strolled to the end of the bed and kicked off one shoe. She planted her foot on the bench at the end of the mattress and rolled the top of her stocking along her thigh. She bent at the waist to continue rolling the nylon down her calf, knowing the short hem of her skirt had hitched up far enough to give her captive audience a glimpse of her g-string panties and bare ass cheeks.
Holding the position a few seconds longer sexually charged the air. Then she kicked off the other shoe and repeated the process. Lingering once more. Until Sam shifted in his seat, his crotch apparently too tight for comfort. Served him right.
She kept her gloating smile in check. Instead, she turned to face them and eased a thin strap over her shoulder, letting it fall to the crook of her arm. The other strap followed. She worked the material over her breasts, down her stomach, over her hips. It pooled on the hardwood floor and she flicked it away with her foot.
She stood before the men wearing nothing but her strapless bra in black satin, matching g-string, and a diamond tennis bracelet.
