Jaymie Holland by Tattoos, Leather: BRANDED Page B

long time and she didn’t have a car. But she did say how much she missed them.
    They talked about her extensive sales background. She hadn’t always sold sex toys. She’d gotten her BA in marketing at Kansas State and had been a regional sales manager for an accounting software company. Before that she’d been an assistant to a sales manager and had worked her way up. When she was laid off, she had a friend who’d introduced her to the sex toy business. She’d enjoyed the freedom of having her own business.
    That sense of freedom was turning into a feeling of being trapped now that sales had lagged. It was another thing she didn’t discuss with the men, though.
    When Marco returned with bruschetta, along with the plate of mozzarella, tomatoes, basil, and balsamic, Dane slipped his finger beneath the panties, over her shaved mound, and dipped his finger in her wet heat before stroking her clit.
    Drew was taking a drink of her wine at the same moment and almost spewed it across the tablecloth. She managed to swallow but coughed.
    The waiter gave her a concerned look. “Are you all right, signorina ?”
    She took a drink from her glass of water and nodded as she set the glass down. “Fine.” The word sounded strangled as Colton also slipped his finger into her wetness and drove his index finger into her channel up to his knuckles.
    A flood of sensation traveled through her and zinged her belly as Dane stroked her clit and Colton pumped his finger in and out. She placed her hands on the tabletop and gripped them tightly, trying to smile at the waiter at the same time.
    Marco asked if she was ready to order dinner. She didn’t think she could think straight enough to read the menu and pick something out, so she went with one of the suggestions. “I’ll—” She swallowed. “I’ll have the tortellini.”
    The waiter gave a nod and turned to Colton who ordered the cannelloni while Dane chose the manicotti.
    When Marco left, she tried to regain control of herself but found it nearly impossible. With his free hand, Colton used a fork to cut a piece of the fresh mozzarella along with a piece of ripe tomato. He brought the bite-sized piece to her lips. She opened her mouth and took the bite, concentrating on chewing without choking as they continued to stroke her wet flesh.
    “You look so sexy without a bra.” Dane leaned close. “I want to suck your hard nipples right here.”
    “No.” She shook her head. “Someone might be watching.”
    Colton picked up a piece of bruschetta and brought it to her lips. “This is a private corner, the light is dim, and we can see if anyone is coming.”
    “It’s not a good idea,” she said just before Dane reached up and rubbed his thumb over her nipple through the soft fabric of her dress.
    “Oh, my God.” She let out an involuntary moan. “I can’t take much more of this.”
    “Don’t climax yet.” Colton’s voice was firm. “We’ll tell you when you’re allowed to come.”
    “When I’m allowed?” She looked at him, brows raised.
    “Not before.” He set down the fork, reached for her nipple, and pinched it hard . “Understand?”
    Dane pinched her other nipple and she gasped from the dual dose of pain. “Yes. Got it.”
    “Good.” They relaxed their grips on her nipples as Colton gave her a sensual smile. “Follow the rules. Or else.”
    She raised her chin. “Or else what?”
    Both men pinched her nipples again and she fought to hold back a cry.
    The corners of Dane’s mouth tipped up. “We’ll come up with a suitable punishment.”
    Punishment? She decided not to argue because she wanted them to release her nipples. Surprisingly, though, the pain was easing into a kind of pleasure that was turning her on even more.
    The men released her nipples and she looked up to see Marco heading toward their corner. The waiter asked how they were doing and if they were enjoying the appetizer. Drew managed a smile the best she could along with a “yes.”
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