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“Smart and beautiful. You’re the total package, Piper,” James murmured, his eyes warm as they traced from my lips, to my collarbone, to my chest, and back up again. “You don’t look dressed for vacation.”
“I look great, though.” I did. I wore a gorgeous dress that hugged my body in all the right places, heels that made my legs look miles long, and underneath, lingerie designed to make a man sit up and beg. Wasted effort, of course, but it was a confidence boost as I sat in the drab airport bar with these three breathtaking men who’d somehow decided to focus their attention on me.
“Like a million bucks,” James affirmed.
The men made small talk as we ate. Grateful for their efforts to keep the conversation light, I quietly worked my way through the whirlwind of emotions rushing through me–the intense pain and heartbreak from the morning, my frustration at the snow keeping me from continuing on for much needed love and affection from my parents, and the growing warmth from these ridiculously hot men.
When my plate was empty, I checked my phone and sighed gustily, puffing my cheeks out with frustration. Another two-hour delay.
“Those planes aren’t taking off today,” Ibrahim said, grimacing.
“My flight’s not canceled yet,” I answered. “Hope springs eternal, I guess. But I do want to change out of these shoes, at least.”
I asked for the check, only for Benedict to snatch it out of my hands. “Don’t even think about it,” he said, his voice low and raspy, almost a growl.
I probably would have been more gracious about it if he’d just quietly taken the check, but his primal reaction set off a fire between my legs at the same time it offended my sensibilities. “Let me pay for my lunch, please.”
“Let me take care of you,” he answered.
We stared at each other, annoyance written over both our faces. One of the few joys of my soul-sucking job as a tax attorney for some of the country’s worst corporations was that I had enough money to take care of myself, even when nobody else could be bothered to do so.
Benedict took my hand in his. “Piper, please. You’ve had a shit day, and this is nothing compared to that. It would give me great pleasure.”
I blushed, suddenly embarrassed I’d made a big deal of such a small thing. “Thank you.”
He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it, his soft lips against my skin sending heat zinging through my body.
As we stood, Ibrahim crowded close to me. He cupped my face in his hands. “This is the last time I’m going to ask because I hope we don’t stay strangers for long. How are you feeling about that first item on your list?”
My heart beat a million miles an hour as he gazed into my eyes, heat swirling in the depths of his. Oh, what the hell? What was the worst that could happen? We’d have terrible sex in an airport bathroom? It might reaffirm that I was, in fact, unadventurous when it came to sex? That seemed like an improvement on my disaster of a day.
I nodded, and his lips turned up into a sweet smile.
“Use your words, Piper. Do you want to do this?”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice breathy and soft. “Yeah, I do.”
“Good girl,” a voice murmured from behind me. Hands on my shoulders turned me around until I faced Benedict again, Ibrahim pressed against my back. The heat was overwhelming as they trapped me between them, my ass shoved back against Ibrahim, his growing hardness against the small of my back. My chest rubbed against Benedict, increasing my need.
“Fuck, we can’t do this here,” Benedict swore softly. Other stranded passengers filled the bar and the waitstaff no longer ignored us, eager for us to vacate the table and make room for more customers and more tips. He wrapped my fingers in his, drawing me down the concourse as he searched for a quiet alcove. We found a corner tucked away in the maze of departures.
Benedict brushed his lips against mine. When I didn’t protest, he slammed his mouth down over mine. The kiss was brutal, claiming, nothing like Ibrahim’s seductive kisses from earlier. I whimpered and tried to push my body closer to his as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me.
When he wrenched himself away from me, we were both breathing hard. James watched us from over Benedict’s shoulder, his eyes hot and dark. A niggle of uncertainty washed through me.
“Have you all done this before?”
Benedict cocked an arrogant eyebrow. “Picked up a woman in an airport?”
“Shared one,” I corrected.
“Yes,” Ibrahim and James answered at the same time that Benedict said, “No.”
Ibrahim leaned his head over my shoulder. “A threesome is on your list, though,” he whispered, his lips tracing over the delicate shell of my ear. I shuddered with need and anticipation. Holy cow, I was considering this.
Benedict frowned. “Are you familiar with the stoplight system, for safe words?”
I shook my head. “Vanilla as they come, remember?”
