Page 59 of Siren's Salvation

We have work to do, a job to finish.

But with Shiver's hands on me and Dex's hungry gaze burning into my skin, rational thought is quickly becoming a distant memory.

"Fuck," I breathe out, my resolve crumbling. "This is such a bad idea."

It’s always been one of my biggest fantasies to have a threesome, but I haven’t had an opportunity.

This could be it—my one chance to be in the center of a hot, muscular sandwich.

There’s only one very big problem—they’re both in the club.

I’m continuously breaking my own rules, and I know this is going to backfire on me one way or another.

"Strip," Shiver's deep voice cuts through the quiet, the command leaving no room for argument. "Now."

I swallow hard, my fingers trembling slightly as I reach for my cut.

I take it off and set it on the back of a chair, then reach for the zipper of my leather jacket.

The metal feels cool against my skin as I slowly drag it down, the sound echoing in the small space.

I shrug off the jacket, placing it carefully on the back of the chair.

"This is a one-time thing," I say, my voice steadier than I feel as I meet Dex's eyes. "Don't get your hopes up."

A smirk plays at the corners of Dex's mouth. "Only one thing's gonna be up, girl."

I roll my eyes, but I can't help the flush that creeps up my neck.

My hands move to the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head to reveal the ice-blue lingerie set underneath.

The lace feels delicate against my skin, a stark contrast to the rawness of the moment.

Shiver's eyes darken as they roam over my body. "Did you wear that for me, plaything?"

I arch an eyebrow, my lips curving into a defiant smile. "I wore it for me. You're just lucky enough to see it."

A low chuckle rumbles from Shiver's chest as he begins to strip, his movements fluid and purposeful.

Dex follows suit, and soon both men stand before me in all their glory.

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of their impressive erections.

Shiver is hung like a damn elephant with his thickness, whereas Dex has a BBC for a white guy.

Long and damn sure powerful.

Shiver moves behind me, his hot breath fanning across my neck as his hands grip my hips.

He helps me take off my boots, shimmies down my skinny jeans and panties until I’m standing here, bare for them.

"Spread your legs," he growls, and I comply without thinking, my body responding to his authority even as my mind rebels against it.

I feel the hard length of him pressing against my back as his fingers slip between my thighs, finding my clit with practiced ease.

A soft gasp escapes my lips as he begins to rub slow circles, pleasure sparking through my body.

"Is this what you imagined?" Shiver's voice is low and rough as he addresses Dex. "Seeing her slick folds wet like this?"

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