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I don’t say that. Instead I say, “Do you want me to switch with him so you… can have a few minutes with him?”

Emphasis on a few minutes. I’m deeply regretting the whole let’s-share-a-date thing at the thought of standing on the other side of that door when her panties are so fucking damp.

“No.” It comes out as a little mewl and my balls might just explode. “I still want you. Can… can he join us?”

Chapter 25

Winnie

The request slips from between my thoroughly kissed lips, unbidden. Instantly the air between the two of us changes as Theo’s hand slides out from under my skirt. For a split second, I’m terrified, because he pulls back from me.

But the way Theo is grinning at me says yes. Or at least maybe.

“That’s what you want, Angel? I’ll get him.”

He shifts us both, as if I weigh nothing, so that I’m the one sitting in the sumptuous wingback chair and he’s standing over me, hands braced on the chair arms. He kisses me again, slow, his tongue making me shiver with delight.

Then he’s gone, and I blink in surprise. I’m dreaming. I touch my lips, plumped up and sensitive. Is this really happening?

A moment later, it’s all three of us in the lounge. I hear the click of the door as Theo locks it. Leo slides me a wicked smile and my stomach flutters with anticipation.

Somehow I manage to rise from the chair, and stand. My legs are shaky. My whole body is trembling with desire as my two boys close in on me.

They slot themselves around me, Theo in front, Leo behind. As if they’ve choreographed it, they each put a hand on one of my shoulders and one of my hips, in perfect mirroring movements.

Holy fuck. The sensations their hard bodies pull from mine are so intense I need to shut my eyes to keep from being overwhelmed.

Leo pushes my hair aside and kisses a trail from the top of my spine, down, down, down my back. I’m infinitely grateful I picked an almost backless top. I don’t know where the fuck I got the confidence to actually wear it, but my back is one part of my body I’m okay with.

Theo slides his hand from my hip down the side of my skirt until I feel his fingertips graze the side slit. He seems totally obsessed with the slit in my skirt tonight, and I make a solemn vow to wear this outfit often.

I lift my chin as Theo’s lips settle on the sensitive skin along the edge of my jaw. He gently but insistently licks and sucks one side of my neck before switching to the other. His mouth finally lands back on mine, as his hand slips under my skirt.

Leo licks a line back up my spine, and as he does, he slides a hand around the front of me. He skims my ribs, the underside of my boob.

Blood rushes in my ears. I have no idea what to do with my hands in this situation. I slink one arm around Theo’s waist and reach back with my other hand, intending to grope Leo’s thigh.

I miss.

Oh my God.

When I moan into Theo’s kiss, too excited by the feel of Leo’s cock straining against his pants to contain myself, Leo tilts his hips forward, pushing himself further into my open palm. He groans softly against my spine, which shoots electricity straight through my core.

Theo’s mouth is back at the edge of my jaw, his hand is as far up my skirt as my skirt will allow in this position. His hand wraps around my thigh, skimming back and forth along my skin, igniting every previously untouched nerve.

I’m afraid if I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of even a hair on either of their heads, I’ll lose myself completely and rip my clothes straight off. Rip off theirs, too.

None of my vast experience with dildos had prepared me for Gavin, my whole body utterly and completely claimed by him… Am I ready for my first threesome, when I’ve barely had my first twosome?

Would Theo and Leo even be down for…

“Have you two had lots of threesomes?” I blurt. “I mean, the two of you with one woman?”

They laugh in unison, low rumbles I feel vibrating against my skin.

“Why do you ask, love?” Leo questions. He turns my head, holding my face in his hands, forcing eye contact. “Are you ready for double trouble?”

There’s a smile in the glittering green of his eyes, but he’s seriously asking.

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