She ignored the little voice in the back of her head that warned her this was more than sex. The part of her heart that weakened, softened, and laughed gently at her refusal to look beyond the sexual, or to delve deeper into the fact that it was a lifestyle she would have never embraced with another man.
She would eventually walk away. Most likely sooner than later, simply because she knew she couldn’t bear the fear, day in and day out, that he would leave her. That the day would come that he would wake up, bored by her, having realized it was only the sex holding them together rather than any emotion on his part. Though she had to admit, he played the loving suitor quite well.
“In that case, I’ll have a glass of wine if you don’t mind.” She tried to relax, to still the trembling in her hands, in her body as she met his gaze.
A slow smile shaped his full lips as he nodded slowly.
Walking slowly, swallowing tightly, she moved to the couch and sat down. Sweet mercy. Her muscles clenched, convulsed around the thick plug as she moved. She wasn’t going to survive this.
She watched as Sax handed Daniel his whisky on ice then moved to her with the wine he had poured. She needed something to still the nerves rising inside her, and the depraved images running through her mind.
“Does your ex-husband have any computer skills, Ms. Dumont?” Daniel sat in the chair across from her, his gray eyes watching her curiously, knowingly.
“Not that I’m aware of.” She accepted the wine from Sax, forcing her attention on the questions as he sat beside her. Close. Reminding her of how well they seemed to fit together.
“Any friends who do?” Daniel leaned back in his chair, crossing his ankle over the opposite knee. “Your security company’s computers were hacked into night before last. We think this is how he managed to get the security codes. He didn’t break the system.”
Geez, she was supposed to think right now?
“Vince’s friends rarely called or came to the house.” She concentrated on trying to control her breathing, but it wasn’t easy when Daniel flicked a glance to her br**sts. Her ni**les were standing out, hard and tight and getting worse as Sax began to stroke her neck with his fingers.
“Do you remember any of his friends? Names, anything?”
She breathed in deeply. “We were barely married a year, Daniel. And I can’t remember the few people he did introduce me to.”
She could barely remember her own name right now.
Sax’s fingers drifted to her collarbone, then the upper edge of her breast.
Marey lifted the wine to her lips and took a heavy drink. Her hand was trembling and she couldn’t stop it.
“Daniel, maybe questioning Marey should be done later,” Sax said gently.
Daniel shifted in his chair, his gaze going to her br**sts as Sax slid the first button of her shirt free. Her head fell back against his shoulder, weakness filling her. She was going to do it. God, she couldn’t believe she was actually living the fantasy that had filled her dreams for so long.
“Sax, if this is solo event, you better let me know now,” Daniel half groaned as Sax caressed the upper mounds of her br**sts.
“Is it a solo event, Marey?” Sax whispered, taking her wineglass as his finger glanced over her nipple, causing her to jerk in reaction.
“I knew what I was getting into.” She breathed in harshly as Daniel stood to his feet, moving slowly to the couch, his eyes lowered sensually as Sax moved her until she was stretched out, her head on his opposite shoulder.
“Yes, you did know, didn’t you, baby?” he crooned. “Were you looking forward to it?”
“I was looking forward to you,” she whispered, unable to lie to herself or to him. “All of you… Oh God!”
Her entire body convulsed from no more than Daniel loosening the belt of her slacks and sliding the button that held it together free.
“You’re beautiful aroused,” Sax whispered as his fingers flicked the buttons of her blouse open. “But I want to see you insane with it. There’s a pleasure that women find, only when taken like this, Marey. A pleasure we only find in seeing you experience it. One that makes us as high as it does you.”
“High?” she gasped as Daniel lifted her, sliding her pants over her hips as he removed them, sending her senses reeling, her nerve endings flaming in response. “Sax, this is passing ‘high’.”
Her blouse fell away from her br**sts as her pants slid from her body. The plug in her ass felt like an erotic wedge, burning her with the knowledge of what was to come as her panties slid as easily from her body as her pants had.
Minutes later, she was naked, staring up at the two men who had quickly disrobed, their fingers wrapped around their straining cocks, two sets of hungry eyes—one gray, one chocolate brown—watching her intently. She wasn’t willing to lie there and wait. Rising, she turned on the couch, her hand reaching out for the bronzed length of Sax’s cock, her mouth opening as he pressed the wide head to her lips.
She sucked him in hungrily, tasting male heat and desire as Daniel moved to her side.
“Easy, baby.” Sax pulled back from her, ignoring her protesting cry as his c**k slipped from her mouth.
She wasn’t going to protest too hard though. Instantly, Daniel’s lips covered the straining peak of one breast as Sax knelt at the arm of the couch and similarly captured the other.
Oh God. Her hands tangled in Daniel’s hair, clasped Sax’s smooth head.
This was paradise. Their lips tugging on her br**sts, sucking her deep, tongues flaying her ni**les as their hands roved over her body. She was being consumed, devoured. She shuddered in their grip, her head falling back as she whimpered with the storm rising within her.
“Sax…” His name escaped her lips, though she was certain she couldn’t breathe, let alone form words. “Sax…”
She wanted to say so much, and yet the words wouldn’t come. Wanted to whisper whatever that emotion was burning in her soul, yet she couldn’t make sense of it.
“So sweet.” His lips trailed from her nipple, down her torso as he lifted her, propping one knee on the cushion to allow his tongue freedom to dance over her swollen, saturated pu**y.
He circled her clit, licked at it, breathed over it, until she was straining against him, begging for more. Heated, calloused fingertips trailed up her thigh until they were parting the trembling folds, one finger working its way inside her burning vagina.