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Gabriella
Dominic’s bathtub is even larger than the one in my bathroom. “Your tub is bigger than my apartment,” I tell him, coming to a halt in the doorway.
Carter chuckles. He brushes the hair away from the back of my neck and kisses me there. “Are you exaggerating?”
It’s a simple kiss, but the back of my neck is one hell of an erogenous zone. The second his lips graze my skin, every nerve ending in my body jolts to life. I bite back my moan of pleasure and answer him. “Only a little.”
He kisses me again, his stubble rasping against my skin. Dominic moves into the bathroom, which is, no exaggeration, larger than my apartment, and starts to fill the tub. He’s brought the bottle of the cold, crisp Riesling with him. “More wine?” he asks me.
“Please.”
He fills my glass. I take a sip and survey the space. Despite its size, the room feels warm and welcoming. The floors are a dark-stained hardwood. The walls are cream, a shade of cream that’s closer to brown than white. Houseplants inject color into the space, and of course, the floor to ceiling window in front of me provides sweeping views of the now-dark ocean.
The view must be spectacular during the day.
The tub itself is nestled in a cedar-lined nook. Fluffy white towels are neatly folded on its ledge. A trio of candles waits to be lit. A vase overflows with more greenery, some kind of ivy. It’s beautiful, calming. Like a very upscale spa.
Dominic’s living room felt hedonistic. The decor in this room hints at another facet of his personality.
I gulp down more Riesling and watch the tub fill. Dominic moves around, lighting candles and lowering the overhead lights until a warm glow bathes the space. “Is this the Dominic Crawford definition of kinky? Sex in a tub?” I wink at him. “Seems rather tame.”
He looks up. “That sounds like a dare,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a smile. “I’ll do my best not to let you down.”
Carter is still behind me. He grazes another kiss on the back of my neck, and then his fingers massage me, kneading the knots of stress out. I let out my breath in an exhale. This feels amazing.
Steam rises off the bathwater. I’ve had a long, emotionally exhausting day. The idea of sandwiching myself between these two men and luxuriating in the tub sounds perfect. For the space of this night, I want to forget all my cares and pretend that the outside world doesn’t exist.
Dominic tests the water and beckons to me. “Tell me if this is too hot.”
It is sauna-level hot. I mix in some cold water until the temperature is just where I want it and add a couple of drops of an essential oil that has notes of lavender, vetiver, and citrus. Then I take another sip of my wine, because it’s time to get naked, and I’m suddenly, inexplicably nervous. Which is ridiculous; it’s not like they haven’t seen me naked before. On Wednesday, Dominic had eaten me out while I’d given Carter a hand-job.
But it feels different today. It feels more real. It feels like I have more at stake.
“It’s a very pretty dress you’re wearing,” Carter says. He sits at the edge of the tub and pats his thighs. “Come here. Let me take it off.”
Desire rises, banishing my nerves. I move closer and Carter pulls me on his lap. His fingers pull the tie holding my halter dress up. I grind against his erection teasingly, and he bites the back of my neck lightly before he tugs down the zipper.
In the meanwhile, Dominic sheds his clothes and gets into the tub. He leans back lazily, raises his wine glass to his lips, and surveys me with dark eyes. “Are you planning on joining me?”
“If you insist.” I get to my feet and my dress falls to the floor. Stripping off my panties and bra, I step into the tub, hissing as the hot water makes contact with my skin. “I’ve always fantasized about two gorgeous guys washing my back.”
Carter’s eyes glint. “I think we can help you out there.” He strips naked, quickly and efficiently, and then he joins us in the water.
They’re both hard, both ready. A secret thrill shoots through me, obliterating the last of my nerves. They’ve made no secret of the fact that they want me, and their bodies bear witness.
For a few seconds, we linger in the tub. This thing really is massive. Jets of water thump against my back, massaging away the stresses of the day. Our bodies barely touch. For a few seconds, we wait, sipping our wine in silence. For what, I don’t know. The pause feels weighty. Like I’m balanced on the knife edge of something momentous.
My nipples harden with anticipation.
Dominic surveys me over the rim of his glass. “Gabby,” he says. “Do you want to play a game?”
I think back to Wednesday night, to Dominic’s smooth, refined dominance, and a sharp burst of lust jolts through me. “I am a gambler,” I respond. It’s starting, and I can’t wait.
A smile flickers on his face. “That’s what I thought you’d say.” He takes my glass from me and sets it on the ledge.
Carter’s hand dips below the water surface and he cups my breast. Meanwhile, Dominic urges my knees apart, and places my thigh over his own. On the other side, Carter does the same, effectively locking me with my legs open.
They’ve hardly touched me, and I’m already on fire. And that has nothing to do with the temperature of the water I’m soaking in, and everything to do with the two men who flank me.
