Page 65 of Unstitch

‘It’s past Dex’s bedtime,’ Max drawls, dropping a kiss on Darcy’s nipple before climbing off the bed. ‘I’ll get the shower on.’ He’s tugging his shirt out from his trousers, unbuttoning it carelessly before he turns away, and it strikes me that for a guy who appears so perennially entitled, he’s been pretty selfless tonight. He allowed me both of Darcy’s orgasms. All he’s had is a few minutes in her mouth and a wank.

Surely that’s not nearly enough for someone like him. I just hope he waits till he gets her home before unleashing himself. The mere thought of them going back to his place—or hers—together is a rough hand in my abdomen, fisting my intestines, squeezing them between cruel fingers.

But it’s better this way.

‘Let me undress you,’ Darcy says, pulling herself up to sitting, and I smile despite myself, because that would be nice.

‘Very kind of you,’ I say, drinking in the adorable smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks as she makes quick work of my shirt buttons.

‘Not kind at all.’ She tugs impatiently at the bottom of my shirt. ‘Totally selfish.’

I laugh and give her my hand, helping her off the bed. ‘Knock yourself out.’

‘I will,’ she retorts. ‘It’s about time. You’ve seen everything I’ve got.’

The whole club has seen everything she has, but I don’t remind her of that. ‘I certainly have. And how gorgeous it is.’

She gets my shirt off, leaning up to kiss me as she undoes my belt buckle, and the wet slide of her tongue against mine is the purest form of happiness. Her nipples brushing against the fine hairs on my chest feel pretty fucking spectacular, too.

‘I’m going to perv so hard at you in the shower,’ she tells me, breaking away so she can shove my trousers down. I step out of them and tug my black boxer briefs down, too, getting rid of my socks while I’m crouched down.

When I straighten up, she’s staring at my body with huge, hungry eyes. I’m already semi-hard again, which is fucking ridiculous after the life-changing orgasm I just produced.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, Dex,’ she says, her voice breaking. ‘I can’t—you are so gorgeous. You should stay naked the whole time.’

‘Bit of a breach of my company’s dress code,’ I say, pulling her against me, because there’s nothing like wrapping yourself around a naked woman. It’s like our skins can speak, just by touching.

‘Shower’s ready,’ Max shouts from the bathroom.

For fuck’s sake.

I disentangle myself from Darcy.

‘Come on,’ she says, grinning at me. Excitement is etched all over her beautiful face. She’s already turning towards his voice. I guess she has far more reasons to look forward to this than I do.

I grab her hips as I follow her through, because I’m not above using her as a human shield if the situation demands it.

45

DARCY

Ican’t keep the smirk off my face as Dex and I walk through to the bathroom. He’s so hot. He’s so insanely, perfectly gorgeous that I want to lie him down and kiss every single inch of his body.

He swipes his abandoned champagne flute from the cabinet as we pass it and chugs it back in a single gulp.

Interesting.

Maybe the poor guy is less comfortable with the prospect of him and Max both getting naked than I am. I know Max had his own reasons for wanting this threesome tonight, but I have no idea if Dex is remotely interested in him, or actively appalled, or somewhere in between.

He’s a hard guy to read, which made the way he looked at me and kissed me after coming inside me all the more magical.

‘You sure you’re okay with this?’ I whisper. ‘You can change your mind.’

The smile he gives me is tired but kind, and the little spank he bestows on my bottom is casual. Cheeky. ‘I’m all good. But thanks, angel.’

I’m Dex’s angel.

I practically skip through to the bathroom, which is the standard you’d find in a luxury hotel. It’s masculine and vaguely Art Deco in style, the walls a matte black marble slashed through with thick grey veins. The shower boasts two massive raindance shower heads, and Max has them on full pelt.

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