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Then, just like that, Silas releases his grip on me. I groan in protest.

He takes two steps back and smiles. I stand against the wall and bite my lower lip, watching them watch me. Silas takes his shirt off with deliciously lazy fingers, pausing far too long at each button. In the distance, Finn smirks, his eyes fixed on me. A blush rises to my cheeks.

Both of them smile, almost at the same time. That's when it hits me. They're waiting for me to make a move. My gaze locks with Silas's. I bite my lower lip teasingly as my fingers move to the zipper of my dress.

Slowly, never dropping my gaze, I lower it, inch by tantalizing inch. As it reaches my hips, the dress parts ways, revealing a black lace bra and matching throng. With a flourish, I let the dress pool at my feet, baring my long legs and the lacy scrap of fabric that barely conceals my womanhood.

I take pleasure in noticing how their breaths catch in their throat as I run my hands up my sides, unhooking the front closure of my bra. It too joins the discarded dress on the floor, revealing my full breasts, hardened nipples peeking through.

"God damn," Silas exhales. "What are you, woman?"

I'm not done.

I step closer to Silas, my movements languid and sensual. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, and with a small smile, lower them to my ankles, stepping out of them as I do so. Then, I stand in front of them, naked and unashamed, every curve illuminated under the ambient lighting of the room.

Their eyes savor me from top to toe, resting on the soft birthmark just below my right hipbone for a few seconds. They take in the curve of my hips, the rounded corners of my body, the gentle swell of my breasts. I stand there, skin warm in the aftermath of their examination.

Admitting this isn't easy, but my body image has always been a bit of a mental tightrope for me. I've found my own ways to stay in shape—yes, even with the occasional dive into a bag of chips. Exercise and I have a love-hate relationship; you won't catch me at the gym, but I'm pretty committed to my daily walks.

I've learned that being fit isn't about achieving a physique straight out of an anatomy textbook. I chased that ideal once, sculpting my body into what I thought was "perfection," only to discover it barely moved the needle on my mental well-being. That's a whole saga in itself, though.

Silas lets out a long, low whistle.

"What?" I ask, my voice tentative.

He can't tear his eyes away from the dip that marks the descent to my core. I blush under the fiery scrutiny of his gaze.

"You're gorgeous," he replies, his lips curling into a smile. The low tessitura of his voice fills the room like warm honey over freshly churned butter. The raptorial expression on his face gives me joy. I know he wants me, and that's what I want. I close the distance between us and pull Silas close, keeping my eyes fixed on Finn while I sink my mouth to Silas's, kissing him deeply.

The wet sounds of our tongues meeting fill the room. The music changes to slow, vintage jazz. From the open curtains, a crisp breeze dances on my bare skin, adding to the line of goosebumps that have already formed on it. Pushing Silas away, I turn, making sure my hips sway as I walk to the long table at the center of the room. I lean over under the pretense of refilling amber whiskey into drinking glasses. Silas strides and bends, the hollow of his hips and stomach capturing the fullness of my butt. I shiver as his hardness presses against the warm flesh. He extends a large hand and cups a cheek. His breath is flush against my ear.

"You're a naughty girl, Emily, and I'm going to have to school you."

He runs his tongue against the nape of my neck, fingers reaching to stroke my already wet, aching pussy. The thrill of being caught and ravished is already burning my skin. I'm painfully aware of Finn watching from a distance, his hand stroking his cock.

Silas leans in and pulls me to him, kissing my mouth once again, extending his tongue in until I moan harder than ever. I want him, I need him to own me like he is right now. My nipples harden by instinct as I press myself against his chest. He turns me and pushes me against the table until I am pinned to it. Then, he stops and stares into my eyes. He lowers a hand and gently tucks an errant lock of hair behind my ear.

"Has anybody ever told you you're one of the most beautiful women to exist, Emily?"

There's a lump in my throat that has nothing to do with how seen I feel in this moment. His tenderness is sweet, but I want something else right now, and that has nothing to do with my feelings. I reach out and pull him to me, closing our lips in a bruising kiss. He trails his fingers up my thighs, moving in slow, concentric circles until he reaches home turf, already wet for him.

A triumphant smile forms on his lips as he runs his index finger between the folds and rests it on my throbbing clit.

"Oh," I moan as he slowly dips a finger inside, watching my expression the whole time. He brings it out and gives it to me. I suck my own need for him greedily, seeing the hunger in his eyes and raising him my own. My legs part, willing him to go deeper.

"Fuck," he growls, his hunger now a waking organism. Then, I have an idea.

I angle my head and beckon Finn, taking Silas's hand and drawing him to the side.

Let him wait a little.

Finn comes and presses himself close behind me, his fingers grazing my bare back. He leans and leaves a trail of butterfly kisses on my spine, making me cry out as I attempt to steady my breathing. I hear the unfastening of a zipper and instinctively push my ass up. Finn moves to the side as Silas takes control, his cock pressing against my ass.

I need to see him. I turn and face him, drawing him down to my level. Both of us look at Finn for one second. Finn replies with a languid grin. "By all means, Emily. Show us what you can do."

The palpable force behind his words makes my knees wobble. I kiss Silas slowly, my mouth open as his tongue dances with mine. I lower my hand and run it over his beautiful, thick, hard cock until it is like a volcano on the brink of explosion, veins running rife over the skin.

"God, yes," he growls. He pushes me back, lifting me up on the table so that my legs dangle from the edge. "Enough games." He spreads my legs apart, stopping to look at my pussy dripping with anticipation. With a loving sigh, he moves between my thighs.

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