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Then everything else faded away when his palm landed lightly on her cheek. Her lips parted, and he must have taken that as an invitation because he ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip.
“You feel so soft, Blythe.” Just hearing him say her name was like an auditory orgasm.
His gaze was locked on her mouth, but when he slowly dragged his eyes up to hers, she held her breath. All he did was watch her and run his thumb over her lips, back and forth, back and forth. It had a drugging quality to it.
After a prolonged moment, he dropped his hand from her face, but he wasn’t nearly done touching her it seemed. His big hand landed on her lower back, and in the next instant, he pulled her forward until they were pressed chest-to-chest.
His erection was hard and very prominent as it pressed into her belly.
Closing her eyes, Blythe needed to get control of the situation. “How did you know I was up here?” Why in the hell she decided to ask that question at this exact moment was beyond her.
Maybe subconsciously she was trying to deflect the situation?
He murmured, “There are cameras littered throughout the mansion. Frederique thought you might have been lost and let me know.”
“Oh.” That was the only word she seemed to be able to say coherently. The heat of him seeped into her, and she gasped when he ground his erection into her. God, he was certainly big,everywhere.
“I’m going to kiss you,querida.” His words were commanding and final, low and heated, and what she should have said was no, that this was a very bad idea, but words failed her. A smirk crossed his face, and he started to lower his head.
At the last minute, common sense slammed into her. A hand on his chest stopped him.
“Wait.” One of his dark brows cocked in question. “This isn’t a good idea.” Even she could hear how empty her words were.
“Darling, I think this is one of the best fucking ideas I’ve had in a while.” He lowered his head further, and she pressed her palm harder on his chest. Even through the material, she felt his defined muscles.
“You’re in a relationship with Mr. Moore.” That had him moving his head back from her. The corner of his mouth lifted.
“Yes, I am.”
Okay, so maybe now he would realize how bad an idea this was. She wasn’t in the business of being a homewrecker and, currently, was not into doing things with someone who was involved with another.
“So you can see how bad this really is?” She went to move away, but he kept her immobile with his hand on her lower back. His erection was still going strong, and her traitorous body grew wetter.
“You can’t be that naive,querida.” He lowered his head, but right before their lips touched, he moved his mouth to her ear. “I’m not the only one that thinks this is the best fucking idea.” Before she could question him, he had her turned around so her back now pressed to his chest.
His cock dug into her from behind, and a gasp left her before she could catch herself. Dietrich stood just inside the doorway. His body was propped up against the doorframe, and his hands were shoved in the pockets of his pants.
How long had he been standing there? She hadn’t seen him when she turned to leave just moments before. Had he heard what she said? Had he seen their almost kiss? Blythe was frozen as she stared at him. He didn’t move from his spot, not even when Stellan started running his hands down her sides, over her belly, and stopped right above the spot between her legs that was soaked at this point.
“Do you like when he touches you?” Dietrich’s voice was deceptively soft. Was he angry? He couldn’t be, not with the way he watched them and made no move to stop what Stellan did.
She opened her mouth to respond when his words cut her off.
“Don’t lie to me either.” The words were sharp and cold, like the blade of a knife.
God, that had been what she was going to do. Lie right through her fucking teeth. Stellan’s breath teased her ear, and she tried to stop the shiver that moved through her whole body. She failed miserably.
“Answer him, Blythe.” Stellan’s voice had her nipples beading to the point she feared they’d be visible through her dress.
“Yes, I like it.”
Dietrich’s jaw tightened. “Yes, you like it, what?” For a moment, she had no idea what he was talking about, but the steely look on his face told her everything she needed to know.
“Yes, I like it when Stellan touches me, Mr. Moore.” Stellan all but purred behind her, and another shocked sound came from her when she felt his shaft jerk against her back.
“Don’t let me stop you two from continuing.” Dietrich sounded almost bored with the proceeding, but when Blythe let her eyes travel down his big body, she could see the evidence of how much he actually enjoyed it pressing against the fly of his pants.
She was turned around, and Stellan wrapped his muscular arms around her. She felt so small in comparison. Her eyes fluttered when he used his big hand to cup her chin.
