Sophie’s mouth gaped. What. The. Heck? Lucien’s proximity sped up her heartbeat, but her gaze slid to Magnus, barely fifteen feet away, and her stomach somersaulted up into her throat.
“No,” she whispered heatedly. It didn’t matter that Magnus paid her no mind; she still wanted to add another layer of clothing, not remove one. No matter what she’d done last night, she wasn’t an exhibitionist. “I can’t.”
Lucien circled where she stood at the head of the table, and to Sophie, he resembled nothing so much as an animal sizing up its prey. “So then it wasn’t about a contract or your story.” He didn’t touch her, but, God, his unique energy cloaked her as if he covered and mounted her from behind. “Your refusal to give me your bra earlier was really based on your sexual fears.”
Magnus’s words from just a few hours ago haunted Sophie’s mind. “…know that if you choose to dive into Lucien’s head and his heart…he will push you to places that are very uncomfortable.” Sophie suddenly understood Lucien didn’t necessarily want her to do this. He fully expected to overwhelm her into running away. To keep me at arm’s length.
A little bit, just a smidge, of the roller coaster ride slowed in Sophie’s belly. She began to track Lucien just as completely as he did her. “You don’t think I’ll do it.”
As Lucien moved past her, he dipped down and put his lips to her ear. “Prove me wrong.”
Sophie kept a laser focus on Lucien, watching closely as she slipped her hands under her skirt. She hooked her fingers on the white lacy nothing Emma had procured for her—aware as heck of the skirt bunching around her wrists and exposing her thighs—and shimmied the fancy material down her legs. As her underwear hit the floor, exposing the damp spot, proof she hadn’t been able to control her body’s reaction to Lucien’s presence, the man’s nostrils flared.
Warmth pooled in Sophie’s core, edging out more of the jitters. “I believe you said you wanted the bra too?”
Without waiting for Lucien to respond, Sophie reached under her shirt, undid the front clasp of the bra, and worked her way out of the garment without removing her shirt. The soft cotton of her long-sleeved T-shirt caressed her nipples, teasing the already sensitive flesh. Sophie bit her lip in response, but by the time her white bra hit the dark hardwood flooring, her nipples had already pebbled and showed clearly through her shirt for anyone who looked. Right now, only Lucien did. Magnus still worked at his desk as if he could not hear or see anything else going on in the study. Sophie knew better. Nerves got the better of her again and rippled a shiver through her.
Before the first tremor finished rolling through her frame, Lucien moved in behind her. His front didn’t quite touch her back, but Sophie’s sex pulsed as if they were both naked and he had her folded over the table.
When Lucien spoke, he kept his voice low. “It’s all right.” He finally did put his hand on her waist. Sophie gasped as the heat he generated stamped a print of his palm on her skin, right through her clothes. That hand slid around to her lower belly as he added, “I’ll give you a minute to acclimate before I ask you to do something more.”
Sophie crossed her arms under her breasts, then just as quickly let them fall to her sides, unsure how to move. “I’m afraid to ask what you’ll want next.” Her voice came out a little higher and tighter than she wanted it to.
In response, Lucien chuckled, the sound soft and husky, near her ear. He buried his face in her hair and rocked his rigid cock into her buttocks. “Has anyone ever spanked your pretty ass?” As he spoke, he curled his hand around her hip and then gently moved his palm down her outer thigh.
Every nerve ending in Sophie’s leg shimmered with awareness and fed fuel to the flaring in her pussy. “No.” She covered Lucien’s hand, stilling his caress. Connecting with his heat and flesh sent the tingling in her thigh through her palm and up her arm. Grumbling a bit, she glared at him from over her shoulder. “Has anyone ever spanked your ass?”
“Touché.” His predatory, superior smile only made her hackles rise more. “If you’re brave enough with me, I might tell you one day.”
“Not exactly fair.”
The amber in his gaze was burnished with hints of liquid gold. “Did I say this would be equal when we began?”
“Mr. Cabot.” Sophie practically purred his name. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.” Two could very easily play this game. She planted her hands on the table and swished her ass against the bulge in his pants. “Spank away.”
Lucien immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her upright against his chest. His lips brushed her temple as he said, “Only when I say you’re ready.” He slid one hand under her shirt to start a slow, hot, back-and-forth slide of his palm across her belly. In response, Sophie sucked in a shaky breath, and her stomach muscles quivered under his touch. His mouth pressed to her skin, Lucien smiled. “That’s what I want. Just let yourself feel.” His fingers inched higher and grazed the underside of her breasts.
The small contact instantly shot lines of awareness down to Sophie’s sex. She squeezed her thighs together, fighting the ache as Lucien moved his thumb up and brushed the pad across her nipple. The dark, hard tip of her tit pushed against her T-shirt, and that only sent more tingles to her core. All the while, Lucien continued to rub his other hand across her stomach, occasionally, very briefly, dipping his fingers under the waistband of her skirt to play with the hidden skin there, only to return and move up to graze with barely there contact against her breasts. With every touch, Sophie squirmed against the moisture gathering in her cunt and battled the throb pulsating there. Never had a man teased her with foreplay like this.
Right then, Lucien pushed her T-shirt up until it gathered under her armpits and exposed her breasts. Cool air washed over her nipples and glided over the rest of her skin, but that was not what caused her to shiver. Lucien cupped her tits and essentially covered her from view, but Sophie had already become very aware of Magnus’s presence again. Magnus still had his head down, clicking away on a laptop, but he’d glanced up when she’d gasped. He’d gotten an eyeful of her partial nudity before going back to his work.
Lucien grazed his teeth against her hairline. “Do not focus on him. Concentrate only on what I do to you.” He gently tweaked her nipples with his elegant fingers.
Sophie whimpered with the next tug on her breasts. “Easy for you to say.” She wanted to sound strong, but her breath had already begun to come in shallower pants. “You’re not the one half naked.”
“If you want company, we can remedy that.” Rather than let go of her to undo his belt, Lucien continued to fondle Sophie’s breasts, to her body’s delight, and said, “Magnus, I know you’re hard.” The intimidating man looked up, his stare pinpoint and his mouth harsh. “Take out your cock,” Lucien told him.
Sophie parted her lips to tell Magnus “No,” but before she could speak, Lucien covered her mouth with his hand. “Magnus will do what I tell him because that is his job.” Sophie hardly had a chance to process Magnus’s glare Lucien’s way; the intimidating assistant already had his large, uncut member out of his pants with a few efficient moves, and he began slowly stroking the stiff, reddened length against his belly. Half of the fat head already poked out from its protective covering; Magnus thumbed the slit, his hand almost moving lazily, as if he had all day.
Sophie knew she should not stare, but as she watched Magnus pleasure himself, Lucien’s erection dug ever harder into the small of her back, and she could only imagine Lucien doing the same in Magnus’s place. A second picture filled her thoughts and made her mouth water. In her mind, Lucien sat at the desk, and Sophie kneeled before him, eagerly taking every long, thick inch of his cock as he fed it into her mouth. Sophie moaned, and her juices began to seep onto her inner thighs.
Lucien dug his fingers into Sophie’s breasts, and he inhaled deeply against her neck. “I can smell you, Miss Emerson.” She swore he rocked his hips against her back merely to drive her insane. “How muc
h wetter can I make you while keeping your participation limited to almost purely spectator?”
Just as he asked, he tugged on the eraser points of her deep red nipples, sent crazy-deep lines of pleasure into her channel, and forced raw honesty into her throaty response. “I don’t know.” She bent over, braced her hands on the table, and actively rubbed her buttocks into his crotch. “I’ve never been this slick before.”
He slid his hands from her tits around to her back to finally caress across her bottom. “I think we can get you hotter.” He rubbed her ass cheeks through her skirt again, and Sophie suddenly didn’t want the layer of fabric between them anymore.
“Jade and Emma,” Lucien called out and snapped Sophie’s full focus off Lucien’s hands touching her. “You may enter. Please remove your clothes.” By the time Lucien said that, the women were already halfway in the study. Sophie had been so riveted by what Lucien did to her, as well as Magnus stroking his cock, she hadn’t noticed their presence. She had no idea how much they’d seen and heard.
Wearing a simple peasant-style dress, Emma easily removed the light material and then stepped out of it when it fell to the floor. No bra or panties covered her voluptuous curves. As Jade removed her fitted sweater and gray trousers, she stared at Emma’s heavy breasts. Once naked, Jade’s body reminded Sophie of a racehorse, with nothing save absolutely perfect-size breasts to mar her sleek lines. Both women remained in high heels—Emma’s were strappy sandals with flower ornamentation on them, and Jade wore expensive-looking red platform heels. Emma took Jade’s hand and began tugging her across the room, pausing only long enough to reach for Magnus’s hand to drag him along too. They came to a stop at the other end of the conference table.
Magnus put a finger under each woman’s chin and drew their faces up to his for a soft peck on the lips. His voice, so very deep, cut across the room. “However you want me. I’m here for you.”
Emma nudged Magnus into the big chair at the head of the table. Once he dropped into it, she turned to Jade. Emma looked up at the taller woman with such clear love in her forest stare that it yanked Sophie’s heart even deeper into this display.
“Your turn, my beauty,” Emma said to Jade. She then dragged the woman down for a shockingly carnal openmouthed kiss. Once Emma had Jade rubbing up against her, she gently pushed Jade onto Magnus’s lap. “I want to watch you come.” Staying close, Emma folded herself onto the floor at Magnus’s and Jade’s feet. “Magnus”—as Emma looked up at the man, she licked Jade’s inner thigh—“make her cream for me.”
Oh God. Sophie did not have same-sex inclinations, but the vision before her swelled a response in her sex. She squirmed, and once again, Lucien drew her against his chest.
“Don’t fight it.” Lucien put his hands on Sophie’s hips to still her movement. “Let yourself enjoy what they do.”
Unable to stop herself, Sophie nodded and settled her weight against Lucien. The extra thump in his chest vibrated through her, proving she was not alone in her excitement. Lucien’s voice had remained cool and commanding, but his undeniable erection and erratic heartbeat gave him away. Jade cried out just then, dragging Sophie’s attention completely back to the trio at the other end of the table.
Jade sat on Magnus’s lap, and Magnus had one hand on her breast, manipulating the big, mauve-colored nipple, and the other between her thighs, presumably working her clit. It seemed as though every time Magnus tried to push deeper between Jade’s legs, the woman’s fingers dug into the arms of the chair, and she tried to ride Magnus’s hand while crushing it between her thighs.
From her position on the floor, Emma pressed little kisses to Jade’s knees. “Spread your legs for him, baby.” She helped by nuzzling against the woman’s thighs. “Brace your feet on the table. Let me see your sweet pussy.”
An inarticulate, throaty noise escaped Jade. Moments later she had her red, high-heeled shoes planted against the edge of the table and her thighs parted as wide as she could surely get them. A dark, neat landing strip drew a line down her sex, and Magnus already had her parted and two fingers halfway inside her. With his hand now freer, he buried those two digits deep into her channel.
Jade shouted and arched halfway off Magnus’s lap. Magnus did not let up, though. He sank those fingers in one, two, three, four more times, finger-fucking her with repeated speed and depth. In response, Jade churned her hips into the penetration, so clearly begging for more. Her cunt plumped under Magnus’s ministrations, and soon Magnus switched to rubbing his entire big hand up and down her nether lips. When he reached the top of her slit, he rolled her clit between his fingers and then slipped three digits into her channel every time he passed over her entrance. Again and again Magnus traversed over every inch of flesh between Jade’s thighs, and occasionally even dipped farther down to tease her asshole, never giving the woman a moment of reprieve.
“Ohhh shit, honey, shit…” Every muscle in Jade’s body visibly strained into sleek, gorgeous lines. “Ohhh shit…” She pumped herself aggressively into Magnus’s hand, her body moving wildly on top of him. “I’m gonna come.” She looked down at Emma as if for approval. “I’m gonna come for you.”
Just as Jade moaned that confession, two things happened. Emma dived in and licked a long line up Jade’s crease, the redhead moaning with every lapping lick she took of her lover’s cunt. The second, Lucien murmured in Sophie’s ear, “Don’t take your eyes off them.” He then bent Sophie over the table, lifted her skirt up to her waist, baring her ass, and smacked his hand against her buttocks with a solid whack.
Sophie and Jade cried out together, although for entirely different reasons. With Emma eating out Jade’s sex, Jade shattered with a scream, obviously in the throes of a powerful release.
For Sophie, shock rocked through her upon first contact between Lucien’s hand and her ass. She shouted as he spanked her ass two more times in quick succession, the contact adding sparks to the simmering fire igniting in her buttocks. He caressed his open hand across the hills of her ass, soothing the skin he’d just heated, and Sophie shivered as her shout turned into a deep, guttural moan. Oh no.
Lucien slid his hand up her back, inducing more tremors with his solid touch, and then pulled her face out of where she’d hidden it against the table. “Keep watching.” His enigmatic voice worked as an additional touch over her flesh. “Emma and Jade aren’t close to finished yet.”
When Jade came down from her orgasm high, she dragged Emma to her feet. Jade’s whispered, “I love you” barely traveled across the length of the table, but the way she then took Emma’s mouth in a kiss of claiming filled the study as if she’d screamed the words at the top of her lungs. Never breaking their kiss, Jade backed Emma against the table, where Emma quickly scrambled onto the dark wood surface and parted her thighs. Jade climbed up after her and settled into the V of Emma’s legs. After dipping down to rub her breasts against Emma’s, where both women moaned and their nipples immediately hardened, Jade supported herself on her hands. She looked down at Emma as if nobody else existed in the world. A soft smile parted her lips, and she began rocking her cunt into Emma’s as if she had a huge cock, and that each time she moved in, the length took Emma to the hilt.
Emma made hot little noises with every slide of her and Jade’s pussies, and Sophie—swearing her channel squeezed in the way the other women’s must be doing—whimpered too.
With the first swish of Sophie’s hips, hungry for something to ease the ache, she moaned with her need, and Lucien cracked his palm against her ass again. Sophie’s flesh flamed with heat where Lucien made contact. Oh please. Sophie knew she must have red marks across her buttocks from his handling of her, but suddenly she no longer cared. She didn’t care what Lucien must think of her. She didn’t care that two women pleasured each other some eight feet away. She didn’t care that beyond them Magnus had his cock out, once again stroking his dick with a slow, easy touch. Sophie just wanted Lucien’s hands on her. In any way he wanted to put them there. H
is excitement and pleasure became hers.
Sophie didn’t have to ask. She just left her ass tilted high in the air, an open invitation, and Lucien swatted her again. Sophie cried out at the sting of his hand marking her buttocks. Her pussy flooded with more slick heat, and she kept herself out there for the paddle of his palm. Lucien spanked her a half-dozen more times, making her ass cheeks burn as if a coal fire heated her from the inside out. Between the smells and sounds of sex in such close proximity and Lucien’s hand on her flesh, Sophie groaned low and long, unable to ignore the twisting lines of pleasure shooting between her spanked ass and weeping core. She shoved her hand between her thighs to give herself relief, but before she could do more than graze a gossamer-light touch over her clit, Lucien yanked her arms behind her back and clasped her wrists in his unrelenting hold.
“Not yet.” Lucien’s voice swirled into Sophie as deeply as his spanking had done, and it latched itself on to her need. “Or you will finish before the others do.”
It took a moment for Sophie to shake enough of Lucien from her thoughts to focus on Jade and Emma. The women now sat upright with their arms and legs tangled around each other, deep in a kiss while grinding their crotches against one another. The light in the study caught glints of the fine sheen of perspiration coating their bodies, and the soft grunts of their brand of fucking saturated the atmosphere in the room.
Behind them, Magnus cursed and jerked to his feet. His cock so stiff it looked like it had almost plastered itself to his stomach, the man moved across the room with purposeful strides to the line of shelving behind his desk. After getting into one drawer, he came back to Jade and Emma with a long, black, double-ended dildo.
Magnus forced his way into their kiss, delivering a fast, fierce one to each woman, and then rubbed the toy across their breasts. He brought it to his mouth and deep-throated one end of the dildo. Sophie swallowed thickly with each fat inch Magnus pushed into his mouth, and she couldn’t miss the way his shaft reared as he sucked the fake dick. He reversed the toy and did the same to the other half, leaving each side glistening with his saliva, and finally worked the double-ended prick in between Jade’s and Emma’s legs.
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