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I couldn’t find my voice, so I nodded.
Harris lifted me off Tate and laid me down on the couch. I rested my head on Tate’s lap as Harris entered me. My body was so sensitive that it gripped him right away.
“Ohh, fucking hell, Lou. Your pussy’s on a tightrope.” Harris’ jaw tightened.
He leaned over me, and I kissed him while he fucked me. My hands gripped his ass, and I relished the feel of his tight buns working under my grip.
Tate tweaked my nipple, then his hand moved further south to my clit once again. “We can make you come so many times, baby.”
I broke my kiss with Harris and angled my mouth toward him. He bent down to swallow my cries.
“Oh, yes, Lou, yes!” Harris’ body shook as he came. He clambered for purchase on my body, and I clung to his tatted arms as we bucked together, forcing me to break the kiss with Tate. His grunts drove me crazy. There was nothing sexier to me than a man who was vocal when he came.
After a time, Harris stilled, but I still felt him quivering as he poured his seed into my body. My hot chef ran his hands along my hips and ribs. “Fucking hell, your pussy is like magic, princess.”
“What? Why?”
“Because none of us can get enough of you.”
Tate’s fingers traced their way back up my body and through the valley between my breasts until they came to rest against my chin. “A fabulous way to spend the afternoon, don’t you think?”
My smile was huge. “I agree. Do you think the Royals heard us?”
One edge of Tate’s mouth turned upward in a sexy half-smirk. “If they did, they’ll only be jealous.”
I stroked Tate’s abs and Harris’ biceps. “Give me a bit, and maybe we could play some more?” I was surprised by my own words.What was it with these men and me?My libido was out of control when I was around any of them, whether it was these two, the other brothers, or Jack.
“Jesus, Lou, are you crazy? I can barely move,”Harris said while he lay on top of me and tried to catch his breath.
“I wish we could, Lou. But you and I need to get ready for the R.I. London Christmas party,” Tate reminded me.
I pushed Harris off me and attempted to get up. But my legs shook, and I fell back onto the couch. “Damn!”
Tate chuckled. “I warned you that you may not be able to walk. I wasn’t joking, baby.”
“How am I going to attend this wonderful event with you then?”
Harris hugged me to him and kissed my back. “Maybe you’ll have to miss it.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Tate stood and scooped me into his arms. “You had her this morning. She’s all mine tonight, Har.”
Before either of us could say another word, Tate carried me away to the bedrooms on the second floor.
ChapterSeven
Louisa
In the entry hall of One Whitehall Place, I caught sight of my reflection in a mirror as I made my way toward the Gladstone Library on Tate’s arm. It was amazing how, even in this muted lighting, the pearls on my gorgeous black tulle and lace cocktail dress shimmered, making me look like a fantasy creature. Unfortunately, the long, sheer sleeves and the short, stiff skirt that flared away from my body didn’t do much to keep me warm, so I was grateful for the central heating of the venue and the black pashmina shawl I’d brought from home.
The sharp heels of my black stilettos tapped out a rhythm on the polished timber floor but were muted on the rich carpet as we moved into the party.
Tate’s fingers ran down the length of my spine before his hand settled right above the swell of my buttocks. Shockwaves followed his touch, and my breath caught when his lips lingered near my neck.
“I know I said this before, but you are a knockout, Louisa.” Tate’s lips brushed my sensitive skin, and my breath shook.
My gaze flickered over Tate’s impeccable designer, three-piece tux, complete with a waistcoat. “I’ve been in a perpetual state of arousal since this afternoon’s activities, and seeing you dressed like this has only ramped up my desires.”
To the casual observer, Tate may have appeared unaffected by this revelation. But I couldn’t mistake the storm that roiled within his steel gray eyes or how he pulled me tighter against him.
