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Rez, stop offering so much information. The more he knows, the higher the risk,I hissed mentally.
It’s okay, Ari. I will not risk your safety, and I am not an idiot. If he is your mate, then he will protect you.Rez tried to reassure me, and it helped a little.
But between my near-constant state of anxiety and my lust, my body seemed to be vibrating. I needed to burn off some of this energy. My mind immediately created impressively detailed images of how the men could help me accomplish that. My hand trembled, and my stomach twisted.
Rez’s hand slid under the table, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze. His touch eased some of the discomfort, but not enough. I had to get out of here. But where would I go?
The men continued talking, but I was no longer listening because I was too busy trying to get the atoms in my body together. I tried to remember how much caffeine I consumed throughout the day, but I knew caffeine couldn’t be causing this.
Rez’s hand trailed up my left thigh, moving beneath the hem of my skirt. His knuckle brushed gently against my thong. Casually leaning back against the booth backrest, I shifted my legs apart the tiniest fraction, giving him better access. That was all the encouragement he needed to sink his finger inside me.
Picking up my fork, I took a tiny bite of pasta, trying to act like I wasn’t being fingerbanged under the table. It turns out eating is beyond challenging when your body is only craving one thing.
When Rez slipped a second finger inside me, I fought back a moan. Trying to seem less suspicious, I held up my breadstick. “This bread is incredible!”
Zon’s hand slid along my right thigh. “The meal has been delicious. I can’t wait to see what’s for dessert.” He put another forkful of pasta in his mouth.
Surely they wouldn’t…
Zon’s finger teased along my ‘down there’ set of lips, forcing me to stiffen every muscle in my body to hide my shiver.
Pick up your fork, Ari. The detective is going to get suspicious. Rez’s voice was liquid honey in my mind, each word an intimate stroke. His fingers flicked across my g-spot, and I saw stars.
I picked up my fork, each movement mechanical as I fought to control my facial expressions and my body’s response to the touch of my mates. Giving Jack a smile, I put another bite of pasta in my mouth, this one much smaller. The last thing I wanted was someone yanking me out of my chair to give me the Heimlich maneuver because I’d choked.
Zon’s finger slid inside me, and my soul tried to leave the chat.
I wanted to cry. Maybe beg them to stop, or beg them for more. My body felt as though it were shattering into a million pieces, and at any minute, I would disintegrate into the ether.
Focus on my voice, Zon ordered.
My body obeyed instantly.
Good girl. I grew wetter at Zon’s praise.His finger danced with Rez’s as they pumped and stroked. Their fingers were turned opposite of each other, giving me a sensation it would be impossible to feel with one man’s hand.
I bit down on my tongue and tasted the odd tang of blood.
You like that Jack is across the table and could catch on at any minute. Don’t you, baby?
My walls tightened around their fingers.
I felt that. Such a naughty girl, Zon growled in my mind.
What was wrong with me? I’d never taken risks like this before. If Jack caught us, I would be humiliated.
Would you?Or would you like it if I offered him a taste of your cream? Zon asked, voice rough.
My body trembled.
That’s what I thought. I glanced at Zon as he spoke in my mind, but he seemed to be ignoring me. He was relaxed, taking his time with the last of the food on his plate.
Taking a quick peek at Rez, I watched in disbelief as he talked to Jack about a burglary he’d seen on the news that morning. Neither man gave away even a hint that they had their fingers buried inside me. The risk and the naughtiness had lust tearing at my insides. I fought to keep my breathing even, but the effort was making me lightheaded. I needed release.
When I tell you to, you’re going to come,Zon ordered.
I quivered around their fingers as they pumped faster.
Pick up your glass, and pretend to take a long slow sip. Zon’s command gave no room for argument.
