Page 129 of The Winslow Brothers

There’s a part of me that’s incredibly aroused by the idea of someone watching Jude kiss me, touch me,fuck me. But there’s also a part of me that is so undeniably nervous and uncertain of whether or not this is something I can do.

I want to be spontaneous and do wild, crazy things with this man, I really do, but everyone has a limit.Is this one mine?

“Are you ready?” he asks, and I look up and examine his face.

I don’t know what I want or need to find there, but something about his steady, controlled gaze and the excitement I can see beneath the surface is starting to make me feel like it might be okay to give this a shot. He’s never once put me in a dangerous situation. If anything, he’s gone out of his way to make sure I’m safe. Sometimes, even in a bit of a territorial way I find to be pretty damn sexy.

But still, the stark reality is that this isn’t something I would ever picture myself doing.

Yet, you’re here. And you’re already turned on.

I think about all the other times with Jude that I’ve pushed past what I’ve thought were boundaries, only to find out they were roadblocks I’d set for myself. Unnecessary mental obstacles that were preventing me from doing things I wanted and liked and enjoyed.

And if you’re this aroused already, then that’s saying something…

“Let’s do it,” I whisper, letting the response fall from my lips before I can swallow it back down and start a mental loop of doubt and second-guessing.

Jude takes my hand into his and guides me away from the glass, down a back hallway, and into a side door that leads directly into the bedroom I just saw a few moments ago.

But only this time,I’m on the other side of the glass.And I’m sitting down on the bed. And I’m doing all of this knowing there’s a possibility that people might watch whatever happens within these walls.

Oh boy, I just hope I’m ready for this…

Jude

Sophie sits on the bed, her legs crossed and her right foot jiggling up and down. Each motion makes the heel of her stiletto tap against the hardwood floor, and I walk over to her to provide some reassurance.

I can tell she’s nervous. I even understand why she’s nervous.

This is an incredibly erotic thing we’re about to do, have sex while other people watch, but it’s going to show both her and me that this is what we’re all about—fulfilling fantasies and enjoying hot, incredible, no-strings-attached nights together that leave us both satisfied.

Experience wild things together and have a fuckload of pleasurable fun while doing it.

When my knees gently bump against hers, I try to ground her nerves by placing my hands on her shoulders and massaging the tight muscles that lie beneath my fingertips.

She stares up at me with those big, all-encompassing jade eyes of hers, and it suddenly feels as if someone stole all the fucking oxygen out of the room.

God, she’s beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.

She’s this dangerous combination of sultry and sweet. Sassy and meek. She makes me want to fuck her senseless but also protect her. Keep her safe. Make sure no one hurts her.

“You okay, babe?” I ask quietly toward her, and she sucks her lips into her mouth before nodding. “Don’t worry,” I say. “There’s no rush. There’s no time limit. There’s no need for us to do anything but just enjoy each other at our own pace.”

“Okay.” She nods again, and her shoulders begin to relax beneath my big hands.

For a long moment, I’m not sure how long, Sophie stays rooted to her spot on the bed, her fingers fidgeting into the mattress as I continue to gently massage my hands up and down her shoulders and neck and bare arms.

The more I rub at her soft skin, the more her body starts to inch closer to me, and when I move my hands to the base of her skull and slide my fingers through the silky tresses of her hair, her head falls back and the softest moan escapes from her lips.

Her breathing begins to change then, from tight and rigid to soft and easy, while each inhale of her lungs pushes her breasts up and makes her cleavage more apparent beneath her slinky dress.

She’s into this.

She’s a fucking vision of wanton desire. A goddess I’m not sure she even understands that she is.

And when I glance over my shoulder to the glass wall behind me, I see that I’m not the only one who has eyes on this mesmerizingwoman. I’m not the only who is turned on by simply watching the way her lips are parted or her lashes fan over her cheeks or how her hips shift a little on the bed.

At least ten other people, mostly men from what I can make out beneath the shadowy lighting, stand right there, on the other side of the transparent wall, watching me touch her.

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