Adams, Cara - Calling Doctor Wolf [Shape-Shifter Clinic 1] by Cara Adams

bordering on oxygen deprivation did he lift his mouth from hers. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and her fingers holding tight to his shoulders. Did that mean she was aroused? He sure hoped so, because his dick was so hard it ached. It seemed to him it always ached in her vicinity, but right now it really, really ached.
    Oscar stepped up right behind Ambrielle. He looked at Danny and asked, “My turn now, man?”
    Danny nodded. Hell, yes. Oscar had been more than patient and it was time for him to join the party.
    Between them they turned Ambrielle so she was facing Oscar. Danny could see the mix of longing and lust in Oscar’s eyes and knew Ambrielle would understand how hard it was for them both to take this so slowly. But Danny also knew slow was the only way to go. She had to crave the next step as much as they did.
    Oscar dropped to his knees, surprising Danny, then pushed the side of Ambrielle’s long dress up a few inches. Oscar kissed her leg, pushed the dress up a bit farther, and kissed his way up, up, up, gradually reaching her knee.
    Danny gently massaged her shoulders as Oscar kissed a path higher and higher, stopping just short of the Holy Grail and standing up. “I think it’s time to get undressed now.” Oscar’s voice was husky with lust. Danny was glad he didn’t have to speak. His throat was so dry with longing he wasn’t sure he would have been able to enunciate a word at all.
    Ambrielle seemed to wobble a bit, almost as if she was coming out of a trance. Danny kept a grip on her shoulders for the brief few moments it took her to seem to orientate herself back in the room, then she stepped away from them over to the chair where she’d left her purse.
    He managed to get his brain out of his pants and unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “Do you need help with the zipper of that dress?” he asked, not sure whether he wanted her to say yes or no. If she said yes, he’d be free to touch her lovely skin. But if she said no he’d get to watch, which likely would be just as arousing. Not that he thought he could get any more aroused without bursting into flames.
    “But if I let you undo my zipper that wouldn’t be very fair to Oscar, now would it?” And she flashed him the naughtiest glance ever from under her eyelashes before turning her back to both men, reaching up high and wiggling her ass while she slowly drew the zipper down. I was wrong. I could get more aroused. My dick just grew another inch.
    She stepped out of the dress and turned, holding it in front of her body. “Aren’t you both going to get undressed, too?” she asked with an innocent voice and the world’s sexiest smile on her face.
    She stood there, not letting them see any more of her body, and waited. Danny managed to assemble his last remaining two or three brain cells—the rest had been fried by her ass-wiggling act—and shrugged out of his suit coat. He unknotted his necktie and dropped it and the coat onto a chair and kicked off his shoes. Then, heaving a sigh of relief, he unzipped his pants and let his poor aching dick have some space and fresh air. Not that it wanted space and fresh air. It wanted the clenching heat of her cunt. Or her ass. Danny wondered if she’d agree to anal sex. Some women loved it, but others didn’t. If they were to truly be together though, the absolutely best way was with one of them in her cunt and the other in her ass. But still, this was their first date. Any sex at all would be a bonus.
    She looked at his cock and grinned. Danny felt male pride surge through him. He knew it wasn’t the size of a man’s cock that mattered, but how he used it to pleasure a woman. But still, it felt good to know she approved of what she could see so far.
    Ambrielle turned her head to look at Oscar, so Danny did, too. Oscar was still standing there, unmoving, watching them both. As Ambrielle turned, he seemed to come to life as if someone had pressed a button to turn him on,