ControlledBurn by Em Petrova

think of silken sheets and
handcuffs. Mitch let his gaze slip to Ellie’s.
    Pearce’s breath washed over her throat as he bent his head
to the curve between her neck and shoulder. “Kiss her, Mitch. Take her mouth.
She’s hungry for you.”
    A spasm of shock claimed her. She jerked, feeling as if
she’d stuck her finger into a wall socket.
    Mitch didn’t wait for another invitation. He wrapped his
fingers around her upper arms and drew her toward him. Her ears rang and
another wave of dizziness struck her when he moved in. Dark hair, bronzed skin,
intense eyes all rushed at her. And then his mouth was on hers, paralyzing her
in a sea of sensation. She fell still, drinking in his taste and feel—so
different from Pearce’s.
    Images of him kissing Mitch wove through her mind. While she
wanted to experience everything Pearce would offer her, she also wanted to
witness the men together—stroking, rubbing, licking, swallowing…penetrating.
    Fires consumed her core. Pearce made a sound of longing and
directed her head in the perfect position to receive Mitch’s kiss. The first
intimate stroke of his tongue against her lips threatened to undo her. She
squirmed and Pearce cupped her breasts, holding her in place.
    She gasped and Mitch swallowed it, feeding her a groan. He
plunged his tongue into her mouth. She detected garlic from the meal and traces
of mint and the deeper flavor of male she’d found clinging to her husband.
    Pearce rolled her nipples expertly between his fingers. She
arched to give him better access even as Mitch bowed her into her husband’s arms.
Pearce’s mouth left her throat and found Mitch’s neck.
    “You done eating, love?” Pearce rumbled.
    Done? She was nowhere near finished eating up these amazing
specimens of manhood. She wanted to lap at their warm, steely flesh, feel their
coarse hair against her lips, all the way down to their hard cocks.
    Without thought, she reached for each, clamping a hand on
their muscular thighs.
    “I take that as a yes.” Mitch feathered his tongue over her
lower lip as he pulled away.
    Pearce lifted her from the barstool, her legs dangling over
his strong forearm. “Time for bed, baby doll.” He whisked her down the hall
toward their bedroom. Mitch followed on their heels, crowding close. Over
Pearce’s shoulder, she met his gaze and melted into a puddle of longing.
    His kisses had been tempered but she craved more—for him to
let go with her and show her the same passion Pearce claimed the men shared.
    Pearce shoved through the door and in seconds she was
deposited onto the bed. They stared down at her, chests heaving, legs braced
wide as if they battled something.
    “I want…to see you first,” she said, that shy note back in
her voice. She was determined not to let her worries about how she sounded stop
her from experiencing this fully. She’d never participated in a threesome, but
had always dreamed the time would come.
    Pearce’s lips quirked up, cutting brackets into his handsome
face. “That so?”
    “Y-yes.” She shivered.
    “Lady must get everything her heart desires.” Mitch’s
espresso-colored eyes were hooded. She raked her gaze over the man, taking in
each cut of his muscular form and ending at the bulge in the front of his
pants.
    The huge bulge.
    She swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry.
    Pearce turned to Mitch and then they were in each other’s
arms, big hands moving over each other, mouths fitted perfectly, tongues
disappearing. She held her breath, watching them in stunned silence. Her body
reacted violently, her pussy burning, nipples poking her top until she thought
they’d bore holes through it.
    Shifting restlessly on the bed, she watched their
tongue-dueling kiss. And when they began to undress each other, she knew she
was lost. She’d die in an inferno of want.

Chapter Seven
     
    Pearce’s cock pressed against Mitch’s, perfectly conforming
to his lover’s body. On the bed, Ellie seemed to writhe. Soon, baby. Right