Page 6 of Secret Baby for the Triplets

She’s the devil herself. A tempting, reckless devil, and I’m too buzzed to refuse when she’s looking at me like that with her lips parted and her eyes full of promise.

My cock has been hard for hours anyway.

“Fine,” I agree, dropping my arm from her waist. It took embarrassingly little convincing.

Tossing my hat to Toby, I duck under the velvet rope cordoning off the VIP section. Eight-foot palm trees and luxury cabanas create the perfect cover. I slip through silently, helping Diana follow. She moves with surprising agility, barely making a sound as she joins me. My brothers melt into the shadows near the entrance, Toby giving me a thumbs-up.

“What’ll happen if we get caught?” Diana whispers as we creep between cabanas toward the private infinity pool. The water glows an ethereal blue from underwater lights, the surface perfectly still and inviting.

“I’ll tell them I had no choice. That you roped me into this,” I joke. “I mean, look at you, with those dangerous eyes and seductive tone.”

She leans in, her lip caught between her teeth, clearly enjoying herself. “You’d really sell me out like that?” She flutters her lashes like a cartoon villain, pretending to be innocent.

“Why not?”

She steps closer until her body presses flush against mine, the heat of her seeping through my clothes. “Because I really want to fuck you, Brock, and that would definitely change my mind.”

Her lips crash against mine before I can respond, and I return her kiss with equal hunger. The tension that’s been building all night erupts, and I back her against the nearest cabana wall, my hands sliding under her shirt to find bare skin. She gasps at the contact.

For a second, she hesitates, eyes wide. “I thought you were pushing me away.”

I bury my face in her neck, my voice rough against her skin. “Who the fuck could push you away?”

Her perfume hits me hard, my lips trailing along the slope of her throat. My fingers work the button of her pants, mouth dipping lower to brush the swell of her tits.

A soft moan escapes her when I take her nipple between my teeth.

“I’m surprised my brothers didn’t bend you over right on that dance floor,” I murmur, kissing down her stomach.

Her pants slide lower under my grip, the scent of her arousal punching straight through me. My cock throbs against my boxers as I lower my mouth to her heat, tracing the seam of her center with my tongue.

She twists her fingers in my hair, breath catching. “Fuck.”

My voice is muffled against her skin. “You taste even better than I imagined. The boys are missing out.”

She rises slightly, watching through half-lidded eyes as I circle her swollen clit with my tongue. Her pants bunch lower as I make room for my fingers, sliding one inside and groaning at how slick she already is.

Her gaze locks with mine, pupils wide and hungry. “I need you to fuck me,” she moans, voice raw with need.

I keep my focus, despite the ache pounding between my legs. “Not yet,” I tell her. “Not here.”

This spot’s too exposed, too open.

My mouth closes over her center, and her thighs lock around my head.

Perfect.

I ease a second finger inside, curling just right, thrusting deeper as her hips jerk against my mouth.

“You’re going to make me come!”

I hum in agreement, the vibration against her clit sending her over the edge. She shudders violently, her hand fisting in my hair hard enough to sting. I don’t care.

“Fuck,” she gasps, trembling.

I rise, licking my lips with a smug grin as I help her steady herself on shaky legs.

She grabs my belt. “Wait, we’re not done. I told you what I want.”

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