Page 3 of The Forbidden Trio

Don’t think about him now.

No, she’d think about Paul, his tall, lean, muscled body, the scent of his skin.

Imagine his wide, laughing mouth on hers.

He’d never even kissed her, other than a friendly peck on the cheek or her forehead, which always made her shiver. Except for that one time when they’d come home drunk on New Year’s Eve, but that didn’t really count, did it? Since then, she’d spent years remembering how kissing him felt, his lips soft and warm, his wet tongue slipping into her mouth. If she thought hard enough, she swore she could almost feel it sometimes.

Don’t think, don’t think, just pretend it’s real.

Pushing her fingers deeper, she began to pump, pressing harder on her clitoris. Pleasure swarmed her, soft and liquid, like the water falling on her skin.Paul…

Yes, the intense blue of eyes, his mouth on hers, his hands on her body, her breasts.

Not enough.

She took the showerhead in her hand and detached the sprayer, setting it to massage mode and aimed it at her clit. “Oh!”

Oh yes, that was better.

Leaning against the cool tiles, she slid her fingers back inside, the walls of her pussy hot and clenching. The sprayer was pulsing hard on her swollen clit, sending pleasure through her in long, undulating waves.

“Mmm… So close. Come on, Paul. Make me come,” she murmured. “Make me come so damn hard.”

Curving her fingers, she found her G-spot and stroked. In her mind’s eye, it was Paul’s hand inside her, his cock inside her, his searching tongue.

“Ah, God…”

She shivered, on the edge of climax already. She wanted to wait, to draw it out, but the sound of his deep voice was in her head, urging her on.

“Come for me, sugar. Come into my hand. Into my mouth. Come, Jess.”

“Oh, yes. For you.”

Her pussy tightened, pleasure shafting into her body, deeper, deeper, until she was shaking with it, panting as she tried to hold back the sharp crest of her climax. But she couldn’t fight it, and she didn’t care any longer—couldn’tcare, with pleasure stinging and hot in her system. She came in a torrent of sensation that stabbed into her like a sweet-edged knife.

“Paul!”

She was coming and coming, pleasure jolting through her body. It seemed to go on for endless moments, until finally the waves eased, shimmering over her skin like the lovely, cool water.

Dropping the sprayer from her numb hand, she fell against the side of the shower, her back against the tiles, the cold seeping into her, calming her. It was several minutes before she was able to slow her breathing, to wash her body and shampoo her hair. And even then, the suds running over her flesh were almost too much for her, making her want to get off again.Needingto.

Yes…

She reached for the sprayer once more. “Hey, Jessie!” Paul.

Her knees went weak with shock, anxiety, desire.

Desire.

Shit.

“He must have let himself in with his key,” she muttered to herself as she shut off the water and reached for a towel. They always kept a key to each other’s apartments—they had for years. “Paul?” she called out, her hands shaking as she tried to get the damn towel wrapped around her. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to kidnap you—brought a gag and some handcuffs.”

She groaned at the image as the towel fell to the floor. Muttering a curse, she grabbed it and re-wrapped her naked body. And oh, God, she was naked with Paul in the next room!

She paused to catch her own frightened green gaze in the mirror.

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