Page 70 of Theirs to Corrupt

“Say it out loud,” Link demands. “Give us the words.”

Swallowing deeply, I meet Pax’s eyes. “Yes,” I whisper.

Approval flares in the depth of his gaze. Leaning down, Pax tugs on the knot holding my robe closed. Slowly the lapels part.

This is what I hunger for.

Pax’s kiss is gentle at first, and I taste the smoky, rich undertones of his whiskey. His lips move against mine with a confidence that leaves me breathless, and I respond with an eagerness that surprises me.

His hands are firm but gentle as they frame my face, holding me in place as he deepens the kiss.

Behind me, Link’s presence is solid and reassuring.

The contrast between the two men is stark—Pax’s kiss is a bold statement, while Link’s touch is a possessive promise.

Agonizingly he ends the kiss as Link begins to ease my robe from my shoulders.

The silk slides down my arms to pool at my feet.

I’m left standing in nothing but my sleep shorts and top, the cool air of the suite raising tiny bumps on my exposed skin.

Link skims his fingers across my shoulders, his touch lighting a trail of fire while Pax allows his gaze to travel my body, from bottom to top, appreciation clear in his eyes.

For the first time in forever, I feel desired, and more…safe.

“You are exquisite.” Pax traces the V of my sleep shirt.

Instantly, just like in my dream, my nipples harden.

“So responsive.”

Link wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back against him.

His erection presses against me, making me gasp.

Holding my gaze captive, Pax captures the bottom of my shirt.

Suddenly I’m throbbing with need.

After pausing for only a second, he sweeps the silk up and off. Moments later, it floats downward, landing on my robe.

Instantly Link cups my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. I moan desperately as I arch into his touch.

Pax watches us, his eyes dark with desire.

Then, wordlessly, he drops to his knees before me.

Oh God.

This cannotbe real.

He places his hands on my waist. Then he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.

Lost, I tip my head back, surrendering to him. To them.

Even as Link continues to tease my nipples, Pax peels the fabric down my legs, leaving me completely exposed, vulnerable.

Then he presses a gentle kiss to my inner thigh, making me shake. I’m trapped in a vortex of sensation, my body aching for more.

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