Threesome Interlude by Sienna Matthews Page B

swallowed
    hard. He reached toward her, his hand trembling.
    “My hero. You deserve a reward,” she breathed. Looping a hand around his neck, she
    drew him in for a kiss, which was tentative and exploratory at first, then became
    passionate. He slanted his head to kiss her deeper, the scent of coffee bursting in her
    senses.
    She guided his hand to her breast, and he took over from there, kneading the heavy
    globe and teasing her nipple into further prominence. He gave the other breast the same
    treatment, causing her to moan and her cream to flow.
    He lifted his head to say, “You’re so hot,” then claimed her mouth again.
    “What the hell are you two doing!” The loud bellow penetrated her sex-fogged mind.
    She opened her eyes to see Mark glaring at them.
    “Can’t see for yourself?” Ash asked dryly. He’d stopped kissing her, but he sat down
    beside her and pulled her into his lap. He divested her of her blouse and bra, then licked and sucked her nipples. She whimpered, arching to press more of her breast into his
    mouth. When he was satisfied that she was well and truly licked, he raised his head and
    presented her to his brother. “Look, Mark, isn’t she beautiful?”
    She felt wanton and sexy and sensual. Sexual. She took good care of her body, and her
    flesh was firm and supple, her breasts creamy and heavy and now topped with glistening
    cherry tops.
    Mark groaned. “Ash…” Yet he stared, unabashed.
    Lynne loved the boner under her ass, and she was sure she’d get the fucking she
    wanted tonight. From Ash, at least. But it wasn’t enough for her. Great stress required
    great relief, and from previous experiences, one man wasn’t enough. Moreover, she
    wanted Mark, too, and judging by the bulge in his pants, he wasn’t unaffected, despite his posturing.
    “Were you able to get security?” she asked.
    “What?” Mark asked, dazed.
    She grinned, pleased that she had the upper hand. When presented with a naked
    woman, men were so easy. “Security. Did you talk to them?”
    Mark blinked. “Yes. Finally. They said it may take a few minutes.”
    “Then we should get to it, shouldn’t we?”
    He blinked and blinked again at the sight of Ash’s talented mouth pulling on her
    breast. Lynne allowed pleasure to cross her face, then she crooked a finger at him. “C’mere.
    I want to taste your cock.”
    Mark controlled himself with visible effort. Man, she’d love to tear that down, and
    she would. When she got her hands on him, he’d be a goner. He wouldn’t be able to get
    enough of her.
    For the moment, he turned away, though with difficulty. “My date will be waiting—”
    Ash tore himself away from her breast, snorting. “You just met her once. All she’s
    gonna do tonight is warm your bed. But why wait when there’s a beautiful woman right
    here, willing to take us both on?”
    His fingers fisted. “But—”
    “C’mon, Mark. It’s been awhile since we’ve shared a woman.” Ash’s grin became even
    more mischievous. “And never in an elevator.”
    His comment drew an unwilling laugh from his brother. “Is that on your bucket list?”
    “Bucket list?” Lynne repeated, though her fascinated gaze was glued to Mark as he
    unbuckled his belt. The tug on her nipple sent a stream of heat sizzling through her, and a surprised moan left her lips, causing Mark’s eyes to darken.
    “You two will be the death of me.” Mark pulled the zipper down and pushed both his
    pants and boxers down and off. “Maybe I should have my own bucket list. Ash has one list
    of sexual experiences to cross off. Apparently, having sex in an elevator is one of them.”
    Though he continued speaking, words lost all meaning. She could only see his
    enormous, jutting cock—mushroom head, purple-veined and ten ways of delicious. She
    hooked a hand around his thigh and pulled him forward.
    She stroked up and down his entire length, feeling the silken hardness beneath her
    flesh.
    “You’re good,” he