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THREE
HIS MOUTH GRAZED HERS. One kiss. And another. Taking more each time, he tempted her lips to part, sharing his breath as their tongues met.
The grate of her zipper descending razed the air.
She pulled away. “I can’t,” she whispered, grabbing for the edges of her dress beneath her arm.
“Because?”
“The first time… I trusted this because it felt so good.”
“No cameras,” he said, his hands curling around her waist, squeezing her so tight she had to straighten her posture to draw in more air. “No recordings. No audio. No video. Just us this time.”
“Conn—”
“That’s it,” he murmured, crouching to kiss her again. “The way you say my name when you’re turned on…” His palms descended as his fingers curled to gather her dress into his fists. “Fuck, baby, that’s pleasure right there.”
Really? “I trusted you before.”
“You can trust me,” he said. “Can I trust you?”
What did that mean? Trust her? She was… He stood on the opposite side of the tracks, wielding power over her and her family. But didn’t she hold that same power? Damn, she hadn’t even thought about it. Being so close to him, to his inner workings… He’d conducted business around her. She could’ve gone to her father about Babcock. Her brother. Connel wasn’t the only one with leverage.
She could bring the McDade house tumbling down.
“The door’s unlocked,” she said, touching his face. “Being caught with you is one thing—”
“Lock it,” he said. He’d let her do that? Lock his guards, his trusted advisors, out of the room? “Pleasure’s the only rule, Ser.”
So many pleasures. So many things she’d imagined doing with him. It was liberating. So freeing that it was almost funny. Usually people didn’t take chains from her, they put them on. Would any of her exes have suggested anything even close to…?
“I’ll embarrass myself.”
“Not in my house,” he said with a single head shake, resting his hands on her shoulders to push the straps down. “Dasha.”
The command brought one blonde immediately to her feet. Wearing nothing but a smile, she came trotting over.
“Connel,” she said, but he was already going to the door.
The snick of the key was unexpected. When he turned, their eyes met. Locking them in was a sign of reassurance and respect, which was… odd.
The blonde’s hair tickled her arm before the heat of her soft lips touched the corner of her mouth. Connel was right there. Watching… Even on his approach, she was his focus.
Fingers linked between hers to guide her. Taking one step and another. Connel crossed behind them, heading for the desk.
The blonde, Dasha, guided her to the center of the rug as the second woman came to join them.
“I’m Darla,” the second said, caressing her arm.
Dasha was forward about taking her arms from the dress, pushing it from her hips with her panties to expose her body. Darla directed her head around to steal her mouth. The kiss was different. Not bad different, just… less forceful, more playful. There was little authority in the way Darla kissed, though nothing tentative about it. Her tongue was faster, yet less intrusive. Smaller, maybe that was—
The warmth of hands on her breasts forced her away from the kiss. Dasha tossed her hair and bent to tickle her nipple with the tip of her tongue. Darla’s mouth touched hers again.
Sensory overload stalled her processing. Darla was kissing her. Dasha’s mouth was on her breasts, hands guided her hips, then she was down, sitting on cool leather with fingers in her hair, a tongue in her mouth. Another hand on her cheek pulled her head around. Someone’s fingers slid up her thigh, but she clamped them together.
“Slow it down, ladies.” Connel… somewhere in the room. “You’ve gotta learn to share.”
Freed from the kiss, she swallowed hard, fighting to keep up with the panting of her breathing.
