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“Come out here, Little Flower,” Jagger called, sitting on the far end of the couch.
Arden shuffled out, her entire lower half swallowed up by yards and yards of silvery fabric. She held it up, right under her breasts, which were propped up in a simple strapless bra.
“See what I mean?” She gestured to the dress. “Its own province. Seriously. If I could figure out how to put this damn thing on for tonight, I’d probably trip and fall down the stairs of the temple.”
“You’d have some padding, at least.” I grinned. “Here, do you want help with the straps?”
“No. This dress isn’t the one.” She let the fabric fall, exposing her smooth, creamy stomach. Her panties were mouthwateringly tiny, riding up on her ass cheeks when she turned and stepped out of the dress.
My cock hardened, even though I knew I’d only get relief from my hand today. And maybe forever at this rate. I’d put myself in this situation by coming here, so I only had myself to blame.
The night after we went to the club came back into my head, as it did every time I got myself off these days. I wanted a repeat, and knowing Jagger, I’d get one without prodding him much. It wasn’t the same as sinking myself into her tight heat, but it was still incredible.
I glanced at the time. We didn’t have enough of it, at least as much of it as I wanted. Maybe later, after the ceremony.
Arden rifled around the closet, swearing and grumbling until she came out with two equally enormous dresses on hangers in her hands.
“Which one?” she asked. “I’m tired of making decisions.”
I looked between the two. Both were much more modest than I would have preferred in usual circumstances—high necklines and massive skirts that hid her long, lean curves. But it was impossible to make her look anything less than perfect. My eyes drifted back to her cleavage, which was flushed from either her frustration or the heated gazes Jagger and I were giving her.
“It’s hard to pick one when you’ll be gorgeous in either, Kitten,” I said.
Her cheeks flushed. “Thank you. But seriously, is there one you just like more? They’re both huge and shimmery. What do you think, Jagger?”
Jagger looked her up and down as if the dresses weren’t even there. “I’m torn. I enjoy seeing you in next to nothing, but that’s not an option in the temple. What if we just put off the decision for now? Leave you just like this in nothing but that bra and those teeny panties?”
One of Arden’s eyebrows went up as she looked at the clock behind our heads. “We don’t have much time.”
“We’re the ones in charge, Little Flower.” Jagger stood. “They’ll wait for us. Put those dresses back.”
Arden’s eyes darkened with lust before she turned back, swaying her hips a little more than usual. My eyes went straight to her ass, my cock already straining against the crotch of my pants. Jagger put his drink down and stood, unbuttoning his dress shirt.
She returned moments later, making a show of unhooking her bra and shimmying out of her panties. I missed seeing her naked so badly that it hurt, an ache low in my belly. Every inch of creamy skin, her pink nipples, and the curve of her hips, called to me.
“How are we going to do this?” she asked, her voice husky.
Jagger stepped toward her, tucking a lock of hair that had come out of her updo behind her ear. “What do you want Lex to see, Little Flower? How would you fuck him?”
Arden glanced at me, then back at Lex. “So, I’d tell you what to do?”
A dark smile spread across Jagger’s face. “If you want to think of it that way, sure. I’d do anything to get you off.”
She smiled, too, pulling Jagger down into a kiss. I stroked my cock through my pants, even though my tip was leaking and threatening to dampen the fabric. I tried to put myself in Jagger’s place as his hands roamed greedily over her body. I touched her as much as I could—her hands, her shoulders, her arms—but somehow, that skin wasn’t nearly as soft as the skin along her waist and hips.
Arden broke the kiss and sat in the armchair across from the couch. The scent of her arousal hit me hard the second she opened her legs. I pulled my pants off so fast that a button popped and skittered across the floor, taking my cock in my hand. Jagger fell to his knees, threading his arms underneath Arden’s thighs and yanking her toward him. Once he had her hips tilted up where he wanted them, he ran his tongue straight up her core.
Arden gasped, wiggling in the seat to get comfortable. A pang of jealousy shot through me—definitely not at Jagger. I was glad he could give her the pleasure I couldn’t. But I wanted to be in his place, just for a second. To share her with him, but not from across the room.
Arden’s chest heaved as Jagger devoured her, slipping a finger into her wet heat.
“I think about…” Arden’s eyes fluttered closed as Jagger’s mouth made an audible pop against her wet core. “I think about the time both of you took turns going down on me and making me come until I almost passed out. All the time.”
“Which time, Little Flower?” Jagger asked, momentarily lifting his head.
I remembered. We’d liked to do that often, back before Flint had created the spell. The amount of sex we’d had in a relatively short amount of time was insane. I hadn’t taken it for granted at the time, but I wished I’d relished in it even more.
“Every time,” Arden said with a gasp, digging her nails into the chair’s armrest. “It was so good.”
