Sweet Temptation (Sweet #4)(76)

Her eyes slanted sideways to look at Cole in her periphery. He was sitting forward in his chair, his gaze lean and hungry.

She slipped out of her underwear and then reached behind her to unclasp the bra. The cups fell forward, and she slowly pulled the straps down her arms and let the bra fall to the floor.

“Come here, Angelina,” Cole said.

She quickly glanced at Micah, and he nodded his permission. She walked over to where Cole sat. As she neared, he leaned back and reached to pull her between his thighs.

His hand slid over her hip and to her back. With gentle force he pushed until she leaned forward, her breast just an inch from his mouth. His lips closed ever so gently over the budding crown of her nipple. He didn’t pull hard or bite. He sucked lightly, his tongue lapping at the point.

She drew in her breath and put her hands on his shoulders to brace herself as he continued to feed gently at her breast. It was slow and sensuous and erotic as hell.

“You taste so good,” he murmured as he pulled away to stare into her eyes. Then he lowered his head once more, to take her other nipple into his mouth. He lapped and kissed, worked the soft flesh between his teeth, but he never exerted any pressure. She moaned and arched into him, seeking more.

The sharp slap on her ass with his open palm startled her.

She looked down into his eyes to see a reprimand glittering in his pale blue orbs.

“What do you think we’re going to do to you today, Angelina?”

She swallowed. “Whatever you’d like.”

He smiled. “Good answer. That’s very true. Micah is being very generous with you. I think he knows how much I desire you. He and I have much in common I’ve found. Though it’s not in my nature to share a woman—I tend to be very possessive—I find that being allowed to f**k another man’s woman is very satisfying. Very, very satisfying.”

He pulled her down onto his lap and cupped her cheek. He was such a contradiction. His actions and words were firm, but every time he touched her, he did so with exquisite care.

“Do you like it when he watches, Angelina?” Cole whispered. “Are you turned on when he gives you to another man, or do you secretly wish he would keep you all to himself?”

“I like to please him,” she replied in an equally soft voice. “I understand him. He understands me. We aren’t threatened by each other’s kinks.”

She turned to look at Micah, seeking confirmation. He stared at her, a warm smile on his face. Open desire reflected in his eyes, but there was also pride.

“Do you see how he looks at you?” Cole asked. His voice lowered as he said the next. “He knows how lucky he is even if he won’t admit it.”

Her breath caught and hung, her lungs squeezing. Cole’s hands smoothed over her belly, rounding the curve of her hips and then sliding up her spine to her nape. He gripped the slim column and massaged before forcing her to his mouth again for a long, breathless kiss.

Then he stood, carrying her with him. For a moment he held her in his arms, and then he let her slide down his body until her feet met the floor.

“Come,” he directed as he started toward the stocks.

Micah continued to watch from the desk, his gaze following her progress across the room. Cole pulled the top up and then gestured for her to get on her knees.

Warily she lowered herself to the floor and eased her head through the opening.

“Hands too,” Cole said.

She placed her wrists in the small cutouts lined with the fake fur. It was soft and nonabrasive against her skin. For that she was grateful. Who knew how long they intended to leave her here?

She gulped when the stocks closed around her neck and hands. She was well and truly trapped until they decided to free her.

“Now that is a pretty sight,” Micah growled.

“Indeed,” Cole murmured. “What would make it prettier is if her ass was a nice shade of red.”

Micah stood and walked around the desk. She glanced up to see him removing his belt. Oh God. Then he disappeared from her view while Cole moved around in front of her.

He reached for his fly, unfastened his jeans and pulled out his cock. Then he got to his knees in front of her.

“Just relax, Angelina. I’m going to f**k your pretty mouth while he marks your ass.”

He put his hand on her forehead and pushed upward so that her mouth was at the angle he wanted, and then he guided his c**k past her lips.

“You expect me to be gentle. I won’t be. Not today.”

She closed her eyes and forced herself to give over completely to their authority. She was theirs. Their toy, the receptacle for their pleasure. They would take what they wanted whether she gave it or not.

A loud crack shot over her ears and fire exploded over her ass. She jerked forward, and Cole thrust hard to meet her forward motion.

“Better hope I come quick,” Cole said as he gathered her hair in his hand. “Micah won’t stop with the belt until I’ve come all over your mouth.”

Micah wasn’t easy. God, he wasn’t easy. The pliant leather bit into her flesh, sending a heated buzz sizzling over her ass. She opened her mouth and allowed Cole to f**k her, blanking out, tuning only into the slap of the belt against her ass.

He knew how hard to push. He knew she didn’t want it easy. He, unlike the others, was comfortable with her, knew her limits. He wasn’t afraid to test them. She belonged to him. He didn’t have to worry about stepping over the line like Cole did.