Okay, what to do now? Dominique had thought she’d have them undress each other, but Trevor had wrested that idea from her. Instead, she tossed her purse on the desk, kicked off her shoes, and crawled across the bed to the head, next to Trevor.
Pulling her dress to her knees, she curled her legs beneath her and sat back against the headboard. “I think Simon should give us a show, don’t you?” Just like the other afternoon on the phone, she made it about them, her and Trevor together.
“So I’m the evening’s entertainment,” Simon drawled, tugging off his suit jacket and tossing it across a chair back.
“Of course you are.” She winked. “And you love it. You said you were an exhibitionist. Give us a really good show.”
Trevor was uncharacteristically silent, as least compared to his behavior at the benefit on Saturday. He watched avidly. Hungry was the only way to describe his gaze, as if he were drinking in Simon’s every physical detail. She had to admit there was a lot to drink in. Simon whipped off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a hairless muscled chest and whipcord abs. The man definitely worked out hard. He tossed the shirt. It landed across Trevor’s thighs. Trevor’s cock flexed, and his fingers twitched as if he wanted to grab himself, caress, stroke, jerk as he watched. But he didn’t move. Simon’s silver-fox eyes weren’t on Trevor. Instead, they devoured her, which unnerved her. As if the expectations were all about her instead of the two men.
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Bending to untie his shoes, he afforded them both a nice view of his wellformed ass. “Now, that’s a tight end, don’t you think, Trevor?” she murmured. He grunted. She glanced down to see he’d moved Simon’s shirt to cover his crotch. His cock tented the material.
Footwear disposed of, Simon rose to his full height of six feet. That could be another reason Trevor was already on the bed naked; Simon wouldn’t see how short he was. She pinched Trevor’s nipple, hard. Some men hated it, some it drove insane. Trevor hissed in a breath, then moaned.
“Hey,” Simon called, “quit playing without me.”
“Then hurry up and show us your big tool.”
He laughed, large teeth, wide smile, a bit like the big bad wolf ready to gobble up Trevor and her in one bite.
As handsome as he was, he made her think of Gabriel for the very fact that he wasn’t Gabriel. If he were, she’d have been undoing his slacks and taking out his delicious cock.
This was getting ridiculous. What was it about Gabriel that made her do all this comparing? The harder she tried not to think about him, the more she did exactly that.
Simon slid out his belt, popped the button on his slacks, and slipped down his zipper, revealing bronzed flesh. He’d gone commando. Then he shoved his pants over his hips, down his legs, and kicked them aside. This man was no shy, retiring mouse.
Trevor’s eyes widened. Beneath the cover of Simon’s dress shirt, his dick flexed.
Simon stroked his cock proudly, bringing it to life. “Nice, isn’t it?” he murmured. Again, his gaze pierced her. And all she could think was wow. He was big, thick, his balls shaved smooth. Excitement rippled through her, heading to her clit.
“You want to suck it, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Beside her, Trevor moaned. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he shoved the shirt aside and took his cock in his fist, pumping lightly to Simon’s rhythm. The two men actually made her salivate. Trevor’s small, lean, compact body versus Simon’s large, muscular, toned bulk. She imagined Simon’s big hand wrapped around Trevor’s cock and experienced an intense rush of moisture she 157
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Good God, her panties were soaked. She’d teased Trevor with the idea that watching him would make her hot, but she hadn’t expected the sensations to take her over this way.
“You want my hand on that cock.” Simon seduced them both.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Please,” Trevor said on an exhale, the word almost unrecognizable. Simon retrieved a small bottle from his jacket pocket. Flipping the top open, he stalked them, forcing their gazes to follow his bobbing cock as he rounded the bed.
“On your back,” he commanded, and Trevor slid down to lie flat. Dominique almost did the same.
Holding the bottle high, he squeezed, the lubricant spilling over Trevor’s groin.
“What do you want?” Simon held Dominique with the power of his gaze.
“Stroke him. But don’t let him come yet.”
Trevor groaned at her words, closed his eyes, and threw his arm across his face. She yanked it down.
“Don’t you dare,” she whispered. “I want you to watch. I want you to know it’s a man making you feel good.” The play of agonizing pleasure across his face made her hot. God, she wanted Gabriel’s cock right now. She wanted to ride him while she watched Simon’s hand wrap, finger by finger, around Trevor’s throbbing cock.
Trevor arched into the tight grip as Simon started to pump him. Faster, twisting his hand at the base. Then he squeezed Trevor’s balls with his other hand, worked them as he worked his cock. Trevor groaned, tossed his head, closed his eyes, and arched back into the pillow. She didn’t correct him, didn’t tell him to watch. He knew a man had his cock. A woman couldn’t perfect that rhythm, that stroke. It took a man to know a man. How could one man’s hand wrapped around another’s cock look so intensely masculine? The sight stole her breath.
“Do yourself now,” Simon ordered her.
“No.” Watching burned her up, but she kept imagining Gabriel across the room. If he’d been watching her from the chair, she’d have spread her legs in two seconds flat. And come just as quickly.
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God, she needed to concentrate on Trevor’s pleasure. Leaning close, she whispered in his ear, “Tell me how good it feels.”
He gasped, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “God, fucking incredible.”
She grabbed his chin, pulled his face to hers, forced him to meet her eyes.
“You’ve never had anything better.”
“No.” He pulled away, blinking, staring down the length of his body to that manly hand stroking him relentlessly. “Oh God, it’s so good.” He gulped air, moaned, tossed his head on the pillow again. Drops of pre-come leaked from the slit of his cock.
“Stop,” she said. “Don’t let him come.” She wanted, needed to see Trevor take Simon’s meaty cock first. She wanted to see in his eyes the weighty feel of a penis in his hand. She needed to know she’d done the right thing forcing this on him. She wanted him to want it badly. “Let Trevor stroke you now.”
“A greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” Simon’s words should have pissed her off, but she was greedy, a fact she’d never known before. Until Gabriel. And now this. Simon kept on smiling. But he loosened his grip, then rose to his feet. And for the first time, he concentrated on Trevor. “Stroke me.”
Trevor rolled over, sat up, and spread his thighs. Simon stood between them. Dominique slid down to her stomach, improving the view of Trevor’s cock jutting between his legs as Simon’s penis bobbed close to his face.
“Use some lube, Trevor,” she directed, then she raised her gaze to Simon.
“And I want you to make Simon come.”
The man gave her that same damnable smile. “You think I won’t let him, don’t you?” he challenged.
Why did he phrase everything as a question, yet not a question? As if he knew her thoughts. Why did he make it all about her?
“Oh, I have no doubt you will,” she murmured. Instead of the male hand on his cock detracting from his masculinity, his attitude only enhanced it. This man would do anything. He had no limits.
She had too many, her goal being to bring a man to his knees, to pay the highest price for her. Nothing else meant anything. For one moment she’d let herself go with G
abriel, but then she’d wrested back her control by forcing this on Trevor.
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Trevor poured lube into the palm of his hand, then smeared it all over Simon’s cock. Simon let his head roll back on his neck and muttered, “Stroke it, do it now.”
Trevor took to jerking a cock like a duck takes to water, to use an old cliché. For the first time, he gave voice to what roiled inside him. “You like that,” he murmured. “You like my hands all over you. It makes you feel fucking nasty and hot.”
Simon shoved a hand through Trevor’s hair, grabbed hold and pulled his head back. “Fuck yes.”
The crass talk pooled moisture between her legs. The unyielding caress of Trevor’s hand on that big, thick cock heated her skin.
“He’s so fucking hard. Look how hard I make him.” Trevor displayed the cock proudly, holding it out for her.
“Make him come, Trevor.” She wanted to give him the glory of it. And she needed it for herself.
Trevor stroked faster, talked dirtier. Until Simon’s hips pumped in a matching rhythm. She poured more lube over the engorged tip, the slip-slide sound of Trevor’s fist filling the room.
“You love how he feels, don’t you, Trevor?”
“Christ yes,” he muttered without looking up, his gaze only for the cock in his hand.
Simon broke free, pushed Trevor to his back on the mattress, shoved both hands beneath his armpits, and hauled him higher across the bed. Then he straddled Trevor’s hips.
He took both cocks in his big fist, squeezed them together, forcing pre-come to the surface. Her mouth watered. She hadn’t taken Gabriel’s cock in her mouth. She’d been so stupid not to. She wanted it badly, the sweet-salty taste of his come on her tongue, more than just the drop she’d licked from her fingers.
“Lube,” Simon demanded from her.
God. The sight mesmerized her even as she managed to drizzle lubricant over them, watched it dribble down to his hand.
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wanted more.
She wanted the freedom they had, the freedom she’d given them. Complete and total approval and acceptance.
Trevor shouted first, his cock pulsing in Simon’s grip. A spurt of come shot across his stomach. And without a sound, Simon started to come with him, their streams of come merging, becoming one.
She couldn’t breathe, it made her so hot. She couldn’t move, it made her so desperate. It should have appalled her, and yet it was so damn sexual, so uninhibited, so perfect.
She wanted that uninhibited perfection for herself. With Gabriel. Inside her, all over, everywhere. His nipples, his cock, every part of him. On her, in her, taking her in any way possible or imaginable.
She just didn’t know how to ask for it without giving him the power.
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driven, so she’d have the option of enjoying a glass or two of wine if she chose. The effects of the alcohol had long since worn off, but her mind still buzzed with a potent sensory intoxication. She couldn’t have handled her car. Wrapping her coat around her, she snuggled into the seat, closed her eyes. Her body still pulsed as if Gabriel had his hand between her legs. One would have thought Simon Foster’s big hand would fill her imagination. But no, everything was still Gabriel. It was just more. Dirty, nasty, unbelievably delicious sex.
Simon had wanted to have sex with her while Trevor watched. Trevor had been in such a shell-shocked orgasmic aftermath that he’d barely been able to speak, let alone say what he wanted.
God help her, she’d needed something badly. She just didn’t want it with Simon. The phantom feel of cock inside her belonged to Gabriel. Dominique shuddered. She’d never wanted it like that with Edward. She’d loved Edward, but she’d never been all that into sex with him. They could go months without . . . and even then, everything was so vanilla. Was that part of the reason Edward left? He wanted a child, he wanted a wife who hadn’t lost her libido, he wanted someone young. Maybe he also wanted a taste of something wild. Perhaps denying him that was her biggest mistake. In her defense, he’d never asked for anything outrageous or different. 161
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And now she wanted wild. Badly. She was so consumed by her roiling emotions and needs, she’d almost walked out of the hotel room without her reward. Trevor had paid her in diamonds and emeralds. He’d been listening when she told him about the sheik’s gift.
Yet all she could think of was Gabriel’s come, almost as if she could taste it on her tongue.
She fished her cell phone from her purse and punched in his number. The call went directly to voice mail. He’d turned off his phone. Dammit. She fumed for a moment. Okay. It was a good thing. If he’d answered, she’d have begged for his address and had the cabdriver drop her off at his house. She listened to Gabriel’s voice, imagining how he would have tantalized her with words as they’d watched Trevor tonight.
God. Why couldn’t she stop? She closed her phone without leaving a message.
Thoughts tumbled around in her head. This wasn’t about Gabriel. She was reacting to a very hot scene. Though she’d imagined him there with her, taking her from behind as she watched—well, that didn’t mean anything. It was an extreme reaction to an extreme date. She hadn’t done anything that outrageous before.
But she wanted it again. She was a vanilla courtesan. What she needed was adventure like she’d had tonight. Hot, exciting, thrilling adventure. She wasn’t Mrs. Edward Lowe anymore. She was the new and improved Dominique. Her clients weren’t going to know what hit them. And Gabriel? She would so completely seduce him, he wouldn’t be able to get to his wallet fast enough.
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8
THE AIRLINE ATTENDANT SERVED THEM CHAMPAGNE AT TEN o’clock in the morning. Dominique had hers laced with orange juice. Gabriel wasn’t a champagne man, but he realized it was romantic. She was different this morning. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but she reminded him of a big cat excessively pleased with the kill she’d just made.
“Thank you for arranging a later flight.”
“It was my pleasure. Anything to accommodate a lady.”
She smiled, sipped her mimosa. First class was full, but the seats were large, comfortable, and the engines of the plane masked their conversation from eavesdroppers. The attendant brought a bowl of warmed cashews, setting it on the console between them. Dominique had kicked off her sandals and curled her legs beneath her. Turning her torso toward him and leaning in, she increased the intimacy of their seats and consumed a nut one tiny bite at a time. She licked the salt from her fingers, then followed it with a mimosa chaser. She fascinated him, her looks on a par with Grace Kelly’s ageless beauty as she grew older.
“I trust you had a good evening.” He shouldn’t have asked, but he was a glutton for punishment.
Her smile grew, rose to her eyes with the glimmer of a secret. “It was marvelous, thank you.”
“What did you do?” He could have rolled his eyes at his own idiocy, but he felt compelled, like a witness to a bloody crash. She drew a daintily painted fingernail along the back of his hand. “I shouldn’t say anything. It will terrify you.”
“I assure you, if it doesn’t involve a lot of violence, I’ll muddle through.”
Her flowery scent drifted around him, as intoxicating as champagne bubbles.
“I was with two men,” she whispered against his ear, then backed off to observe him.
He raised one brow. “A threesome?” Christ. His cock jumped, wanting to be a part of it.
“Not a threesome.” Her lips rose in a half smile,
and again that faraway secretive light shone in her eyes. “I watched.” Then she looked at him. “Still say you aren’t terrified?”
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Holy shit. His cock turned to rock in his jeans. The idea of two men together did nothing for him, but that she would go so far did a hell of a lot. He hadn’t thought of her as kinky. Then again, she was a courtesan, so why was he surprised? “And you enjoyed it?”
With a deep breath, her chest expanded beneath the tight, low-cut sequined top she wore with her black pants. A sexy, satisfied sigh slipped from her lips. “It ranked right up there with you and the limo.”
“Amazing.” At least he was close to the top of her list.
“Incredible.” She batted her eyelashes. “I never thought something like that would turn me on.”
“But it did,” he murmured. Then he drew back, looked down at her. “But you’re not expecting me . . .”
She trailed a finger down the arm of his long-sleeved shirt, letting it slide all the way to his thigh. “Don’t worry. We’re not going to have sex this weekend, remember?”
Yet her sexy scent teased him, made his balls fill with need and his cock ache. “I remember.”
“I suppose it’s equivalent to men liking to watch lesbian videos,” she went on, leaning close again, her breasts brushing his arm, a beaded nipple tantalizing him.
“I’ve never really gotten into porn, at least not since I was in my teens.”
She laughed softly, deeper than one of her full laughs, and he felt it inside like the subtle stroke of her fingers on his thigh. “Now you just get the real thing.”
He shook his head. “More because I don’t have time to search out something only to find it’s total crap.”
“I’ve never watched porn, I’ve only heard about it.”
He chuckled low, matching her tone. “Yeah, right.”
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