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James’ blue eyes lit up. “That’s an excellent idea.”
She gestured to her clothing, or lack thereof. “I think I’m underdressed to play with you all. But seriously, what do you do when you’re not doing whatever gangster stuff it is that you do?”
James shrugged. “I’m an adrenaline junkie. I like rock climbing, paragliding, and extreme outdoor sports.”
I interjected. “And he has the scars to prove it, the idiot.”
“What do you like to do in your spare time, Ibrahim?” she asked, looking up at me.
Unable to resist the temptation of her throat stretched out before me, I planted wet, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and jawline. “You, perfect Piper.”
She moaned. God, she was so amazingly responsive. I cupped my hand around her breast, palming it through her shirt.
James wrapped his hand around mine, guiding my fingers as we touched her together. “If I can’t play, you can’t play.”
“What are you, twelve?” Piper said, taking James’ hand and placing it on her bare thigh. “Play. Please, play.”
James and I looked at each other. While Piper rinsed off the effects of our restaurant adventure in the shower, Benedict gave us strict instructions to give Piper a break because he had plans for her, for us, that night. On the other hand, Benedict was gone and Piper was right there, needy and squirming on my lap. I ran my thumb across her peaked nipple, and she threw her head back and groaned.
“All right, Piper, we’ll play. But if you come, you lose.”
“Oh, that’s no fun.” She slid her thighs back together and reached for the remote. “Let’s watch another movie.”
James moved the remote out of her grasp. “Let’s watch another movie, and if you come, blow jobs for everyone. And, of course, you’ll suffer Benedict’s wrath.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Benedict has plans for the evening–a few more items to tick off your bucket list,” I murmured, kneading her breast as she trembled in my arms.
“Just pretend you’re a teenager again, making out in the back of your dad’s car,” James said, trailing his fingers up and down the inside of her thigh, encouraging her to slide one of her legs off of our laps so he could walk his fingers toward her hot core. James made love like he did everything else in life, enthusiastically and wholeheartedly. I couldn’t help but imagine her between James and me, all three of us taking our pleasure together, lips and limbs tangled into one big sexy mess.
She laughed. “Pretty sure you two blow any teenage sex I had out of the water.” She smiled and stretched. “Any sex I’ve ever had, actually.”
WHEN BENEDICT OPENED the door to our suite, Piper startled and arranged her shirt, hastily seeking a modicum of modesty. I kept my fingers buried in her pussy where they belonged and slowly pumped, eliciting a wanton moan of need, despite her sudden tension.
“It’s just Benedict,” I murmured, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“So much for a quiet afternoon,” Benedict muttered, meeting my eyes before flicking his gaze to her sodden pussy as I toyed with her, never quite giving her enough friction to climax.
“Have I won yet?” Piper gasped as James pinched her nipple, rosy and swollen after an entire movie’s worth of playtime.
“Yeah, you won, baby,” James answered, helping her sit up. I pulled my fingers out of her, admiring Benedict’s perfect timing, then caught her eye as I licked them clean. Her tongue poked out of her bruised and puffy lips, and I groaned. Teasing her tortured us just as much as it tortured her.
“Thank God,” she said, standing on shaky legs, evidence of her desire coating the insides of the creamy thighs that peeked out from the bottom edge of my shirt. She buttoned herself up. I eyed the shopping bags in Benedict’s hands and dragged her right back into my lap.
“Give Benedict a moment, Persnickety Piper.” She giggled and snuggled up to me, draping her feet over James’ lap, practically in the same position as when Benedict left us earlier. James started another mindless action flick, and Benedict disappeared into his bedroom.
“I need another shower,” she whispered. “Desperately.”
“Naw, love,” I answered. “I fucking love the way you look with your need dripping down your thighs, all sweaty, and looking well fucked.”
Piper grimaced. “I haven’t been fucked at all, and that’s the problem.”
Benedict stepped out of the bedroom, the barest hint of a smile on his austere face. “Is that a complaint, princess?”
Chapter Eleven
Benedict
