Page 108 of Some Like It Hot

Simon is brushing Elise’s hair off of her face, but Aidan is eyeing me. I can feel the cool stare on me, even though I’m not looking at him.

“I trust you,” I say simply. I do.

But it feels like there is more to all of this than I realized and my stomach is too tight still from my earlier fear to be willing to address it right now.

Or maybe I just don’t want to face it.

Whatever the excuse is I’m telling myself, I know one surefire way to avoid any uncomfortable feelings.

Sex.

“Are you relaxed now?” I ask her, my voice casual, but low. “We can get you even more relaxed.”

“How so?” she asks flirtatiously, her eyebrows lifting, the corner of her mouth turning up in a smile.

“What do you say, boys, should we give Miss Sugar some sugar?”

“Count me in.” Simon nods enthusiastically.

“Anything to help our girl relax,” Aidan adds.

Elise turns her hand and finds Aidan’s dick with unerring accuracy. “I’d much prefer cock.”

Aidan sucks in his breath as she strokes him.

“I think that can be arranged.” Running my fingers over the bottom of her foot, I’m amused when she suddenly recoils and almost kicks the shit out of me.

“Stop! I’m ticklish.”

I hold her firmly so she doesn’t nail me in the chin. “Whoa, slugger, you’re going to take out my teeth, and I’m already missing two.”

She goes still and squints up at me. “You’re missing two teeth? Where?”

“Well, they’ve been replaced with implants. But I’d like to keep the rest.” Even as I say it, I tickle her foot again, relieved to be back in familiar territory.

Teasing, flirting, fucking.

I need to stick to the script we’ve all established together.

Elise starts to buck, trying to escape my touch. Aidan gives a groan.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” Elise says as she yanks her foot away from me and stops thrashing. “Did I hurt you, Aidan?”

He shakes his head. “No. But all that wiggling, El, you’re killing me.”

His hand slips under her sweatshirt, and he palms her breast.

Elise stops moving and gives a breathy sigh that has me instantly hard. Her head arches back and her lips part.

“You should not have admitted you’re ticklish,” Simon says. “Because now I need to test everywhere.”

But he doesn’t tickle her. Instead, while Aidan is under her sweatshirt, clearly massaging her breasts and nipples, Simon glides his fingers through her hair and down over her temples, digging the pads of his thumbs into her pressure points. He traces her eyebrows, her nose, her cheekbones, all while watching her with affection and rapt interest.

“Does this tickle?” he murmurs.

“No,” she whispers. “That feels amazing.”

Aidan brushes his free hand over the apex of her thighs. “How about here?”

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