Page 191 of Gathered Sparkle

“Sweetness…”

Straddling his lap slowly, I savor the way his body goes still beneath me. My fingertips trail down his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath his shirt. “Let me take care of you.”

I start to move, making my hips roll against his lap in a slow, rhythmic grind, drawing out a strangled moan from deep in his throat. His hands keep twitching like he’s seconds from grabbing my waist, but he doesn’t. He holds still exactly as a good boy should.

“So good for me.” I drag my fingers up the sides of his neck, threading them through his dark hair. Nicholas’s eyes snap open, glazed and glassy as they meet mine. “You like it when I tell you that, don’t you?” I ask, grinding down harder against him. His hips jerk up involuntarily.

“Yes.”

“Look at you,” I purr, letting my lips brush over his cheek, his jaw, before I press a kiss right beneath his ear. “You’re perfect.”

“Novalee…” His breath catches in his throat.

My fingers slide down his arm, brushing over the band of his smartwatch. I feel the slight ridge of it beneath my fingertips, and a familiar thrill courses through me.

Showtime.

My lips find his, and he opens for me immediately. I let him drown in it, in me, and as his focus sharpens on the kiss, I slip the watch free from his wrist with a twist of my fingers.

Leaning back, I hold the watch behind his head and palm it. Nicholas lets out another whimper, chasing the kiss.

“Such a good boy.” I glance to my right and catch Koen’s eyes, watching us with a heat that makes my skin prickle. The anticipation builds, a pressure in my chest.Soon.

Pressing one last lingering kiss to Nicholas’s lips, I savor the way he leans into it and then slide off his lap, letting my fingers trail down his chest before I step away.

I turn to Sylus, and he’s already shifting forward on the couch like he can’t wait another second for his turn. “Come here.” He reaches for me like an eager puppy, his hands already brushing my waist.

Laughing, I let him pull me to him, his arms wrapping tightly around me, lifting me off the floor and settling me into place with a low growl of satisfaction.

“Missed this,” he mutters, his breath warm against my chest.

I slowly grind against him, feeling his muscles flex under me. His response is immediate—a soft, reverent moan as his lips find the curve of my neck before he sucks, making my breath hitch.

“Sylus.” His teeth nip at the same spot, sending a shiver down my spine and causing goose bumps to spread across my skin.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs between kisses, then he licks over the spot he nipped, soothing it, then sucks harder, making me arch against him.

“This is a lapdance. I should be dancing.” My fingers curl into his hair as he drags his lips up the side of my neck.

Sylus is so focused on tasting me that he doesn’t notice when I slide my hand down the length of his arm and steal his smartwatch right off it, holding it in my hand with Nicholas’s. He only groans as I shift in his lap, my hips rolling in a slow, teasing circle.

“Yeah, forget the dance,” he breathes out, his mouth brushing against my ear.

My free hand slides down to his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle through his shirt. I press my breasts against him while I tilt his face up. “Kiss me.”

Sylus’s lips part against mine, and his tongue flicks over my bottom lip before diving deeper, kissing me like he’s trying to steal the very air from my lungs. The world narrows to the press of his body beneath me, the heat of his touch, the way he groans into my mouth like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.

I pull back, catching my breath, our noses brushing as I whisper for only him to hear, “Thank you,hubby.”

When I finally stand, Sylus lets out a low, frustrated sound, his hands falling reluctantly away from my waist.

Glancing down at him, the corner of my mouth quirks up. He’s a mess, hair askew, lips swollen, gray eyes glassy, but I step away, my legs still tingling from how tightly he held me. His head tips back against the couch, and while I’m still watching Sylus, I can already feel the heat of Koen’s gaze.

When I finally turn to face him, my breath catches. Koen sits there, legs spread wide, arms draped casually over the back of the couch, waiting for me to come to him. His watch glints on his wrist, tempting, but I already know this isn’t going to be like the others.

There’s a knowing smirk on his lips, the kind that makes me squirm. That smirk tells me he’s been watching the whole time. He’s seen what I’ve done, seen me slip Nicholas’s watch, Sylus’s too.

I climb onto his lap, straddling him, and his hands come up, settling at my waist. Not tight, not demanding, just enough to remind me how strong they are.

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