Page 69 of Saved By Two

“Oh my God, this is amazing,” she whispers as she glances around.

“Glad you like it.” Noah holds out his hand. “After you, sweet girl.” She lowers herself to the sofa and then scoots until she’s sitting in the centre. Noah slides in on her right and me on her left. And when I see the spilt from her dress exposing her thigh, I’m unable to stop myself. I lower my hand and watch for her reaction as my thumb circles her satin soft skin.

Her cheeks heat, and she sucks in a deep breath as Noah stretches his arm over the back of the sofa, his fingers tracing her bare shoulder.

We make sure she gets a taste of anything her heart desires. The food is ten to none, the attention to detail sublime and paired with some fantastic wine.

When it comes time for dessert, the chef himself comes down, and we all commend him on the outstanding menu. Jessica is so open and lit up like Christmas as she talks to him about the food, and she gets animated as she begins to talk about ingredients. That’s when she notices me and Noah watching her. She apologises for monopolising his time, but he’s gracious and continues to talk a little longer before returning to the kitchen.

Jessica doesn’t stop smiling the entire car drive home, filling me with pride. This was a big deal for all of us. I felt her nerves rippling through her, the tension so taut, but as soon as the starters arrived, she relaxed the same as at home, and everything felt natural.

She’s still smiling when we step in through the front door as she lets out the most satisfied sigh.

“Thank you for tonight,” she says, looking over her shoulder as I lock up behind us when we enter the hallway. Noah and I shrug out of our suit jackets, and I take them both and lay them on the small seat bench.

Noah reaches out for Jessica’s hips, pulling her against his chest, and she giggles. “You’re welcome, sweet girl.” His lips skim the side of her neck before he takes her earlobe between his teeth, and she lets out a visible shiver.

“Do you want a nightcap?” I ask, but she shakes her head, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m a little disappointed, not ready for the night to end.

“That’s a shame. I’m not ready to say goodnight.” Noah voices my thoughts.

She spins in his arms and drapes her arms over his shoulders. “Neither am I,” she says demurely, sinking her teeth into her plump bottom lip.

“Hmm, so what did you have in mind?” he questions, his voice dipping an octave, walking until her back meets the wall.

“I’d like to spend the night with you, with both of you,” she admits nervously.

I loosen my tie and undo the top button of my shirt.

“There’s no rush, little one. We can wait.”

She shakes her head as her eyes seek out mine, a determined expression on her face. “I don’t want to wait.”

Music to my ears. “Well, in that case,” I say, stepping up behind Noah, my hands moving to his hips and squeezing as I lean in and kiss his neck. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

Noah guides Jessica up the stairs, unable to keep his hands to himself, and I enjoy watching them ascend the stairs and into our room. Noah flicks on the bedside lights above either side of our headboard.

Jessica is fiddling with her hands, and I can see them trembling slightly.

“Hey.” I reach out for her, sit on the end of the bed, and pull her between my legs. “We can just sleep. There is no pressure to do anything you’re not ready for.” I know I’ve told her before, but it’s important she believes me, that she trusts me.

“I just don’t know how this will work,” she whispers. Noah comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“We worship you. Make sure you are so consumed with pleasure you’ll forget where you begin and we end.”

Her eyes are cast down. “But how will it work when we all…you know?”

“Have sex?” Noah asks.

I love the way her cheeks blossom. “Yes.”

“We won’t do that until you’re ready. We’ll work you up to it.”

She visibly swallows as Noah grips her chin, turning her face towards his. “It’s okay, sweet girl. We know how to share, and we both love to watch.” And then he seals his words with a kiss, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps. She’s breathless when he pulls away.

His nimble fingers move to the zipper at the back of her dress as I slip my hand up between the slit and brush my fingers along the lace of her underwear before inching closer to the apex of her thighs.

She parts her legs subconsciously, and I brush my thumb over her sweet bud, my eyes trailing Noah’s movements as he lowers the straps of her dress. Because of the bodice, it stays in place at the front but opens at the back. Noah kisses her collarbone.

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