Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tonya Ramagos Page B

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    She didn’t respond to that, but continued to obey by holding his gaze. It was enough for him to see his words had done little to ensure her faith.
    “How much of what you did at the restaurant excited you?” He gathered the hem of her blouse in his hands and dragged it up her body, catching Cade move closer out of the corner of his eye. He knew Cade wouldn’t interrupt, wouldn’t get involved this time, but he wouldn’t miss the chance to watch either.
    Justice raised her arms and let out a quivering breath as he pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it to the floor. “All of it.”
    “Did the idea of someone knowing what you were doing turn you on?” Grant trailed his fingertip down her shoulders to the swell of her breasts, lifted to tantalize his view by a black lace bra. “Despite Cade’s and my assurances that no one would see, no one would know, did it get you hot and wet to think they might?”
    He skimmed his fingers along the band of her bra, reaching with one hand behind her to release the clasp with a finger snap. His attention fell to her breasts as he uncovered them, his mouth going dry with the need to taste. When she didn’t answer him, he pulled his gaze back to hers. “Did it?”
    “Yes.”
    Grant moved his hands to her waist, again reaching behind her with one hand, this time to slide down the zipper of her skirt. “Austin and Tyler were in the restaurant tonight. You know them, don’t you? Did you know they’re club members, too?”
    She shuddered though he couldn’t be sure if it was his mention of the other two men or the feel of her skirt falling down her hips to land in a pool of material around her feet that caused the reaction. If he were to venture a guess, he would put his bank account on the first.
    “I didn’t know for certain.”
    “They saw and they knew.” He wasn’t entirely sure that was true, but he suspected it was. He knew they had seen him and Cade with Justice, had seen them cast intriguing looks at their booth while she sat between them and during the minutes she had been under the table.
    Justice swallowed hard, but said nothing. She didn’t have to. The fear-laced desire swirling in her eyes said enough.
    “I thought about calling them to the table, inviting one or both to take a peek beneath.” Grant let his attention fall down her body, getting his first view of a fully naked Justice McCall. She was absolutely stunning. His palms tingled to be filled with her full breasts, to feel her large, hardened nipples pressing against his flesh.
    “They probably wouldn’t have been satisfied with just a peek. They would’ve wanted to touch.”
    Her flat belly jumped at that, and he knew he had hit on her darkest desire and most debilitating fear.
    “I can’t say I would have blamed them. I’m fighting hard not to touch right now.” He lowered his gaze further, locking his focus on her pussy. Her lips were bare, pink, and slickened with her arousal.
    “Then stop fighting it.”
    Grant smiled at the plea in her softly spoken words. “I had intended to before you disobeyed us.” He lifted his gaze once more and made his expression stern. “Now what I wanted will have to wait. Your punishment comes first.”
    “Don’t you think you’ve punished me enough?” Her gaze slid to Cade, including him in the question. “All the promises, taking me to your bedroom, showing me the things you have there, and never once touching me…didn’t you do all of that to penalize me for not bending when you wanted me to?”
    “All of that was to prepare you for what would happen when we did order you to bend for us.” Grant stepped back, half tempted to issue that order now. He would spank her for sucking him off beneath the table at the restaurant without permission. Forget that it felt so fucking good, that her wicked lips, siren mouth, and satiny tongue had worked his cock better than anyone who had ever given him a blow job. He hadn’t told her she