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Nora recovered quickly from the interruption and continued grinding against my hand, not even turning around to look at him. “Get lost.”

He stepped into my line of sight, looking like he was physically restraining himself from pulling her off me.

I slid a hand around to her ass, grasping the fabric in my hand. “Maybe he just wants to watch.”

Nora burst out laughing, looking over her shoulder at him. “Is that it, Dom? You want to watch? Or are you just jealous you’re not in his position?”

Dominic ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting between her face and where I was slowly inching her dress up. “You’ve had too much to drink.”

“I haven’t.” She reached under her arm and pulled down the zipper on her dress. “If anything, I haven’t had enough.”

With the confidence of a Greek goddess, she pulled her dress completely off, leaving her naked in my lap besides two nipple covers.

I took her in, my fingers toying with the edges of the silicone. “You sure?” I said it just loud enough for her to hear.

She shrugged nonchalantly and didn’t lower her voice like I had. “Not my first rodeo having someone watch. Maybe he’ll learn how to please a woman.”

Oh, fuck.

If I had been Dominic, I would have left. Instead, he sat down, throwing his arms across the back of the couch like he was some king waiting for the erotic show to start. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Chapter6

Obliterated

Nora

Ifelt a thrill of defiance as Dominic settled on a couch. The night air was electric against my bare skin, my nipples hardening despite the covers still clinging to them. His eyes darkened as they traveled over my body. Something primal inside me loved having him watch. Maybe it was because he’d spent all week trying to undermine me, and now he could see exactly who was really in control.

The bubbly warmth of the champagne flowed through my veins, making me feel a little bold and reckless.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Dominic’s voice cracked with barely contained need, betraying the casual pose he tried to maintain.

I shifted my focus back to Carter, savoring how his pupils had dilated with raw desire. I rolled my hips in a slow, deliberate circle against the rigid length straining his pants, drawing a low groan from deep in his throat.

Carter’s rough palms blazed trails of heat as they skimmed up my sides, his fingers toying with the edges of the nipple covers. “These need to go.” He grasped one edge and began peeling it away with torturous precision, the adhesive releasing with tiny tugs that sent shivers down my spine.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as the air kissed my exposed flesh, my nipple pebbling instantly. Carter’s hot mouth enveloped me, his clever tongue swirling and flicking until pleasure sparked behind my eyelids. I arched into his touch, my fingers threading through his hair as I cast a pointed glance at Dominic. His fingers dug into the couch cushions, tendons standing out in his neck.

“You taste so good,” Carter murmured against my skin before turning his attention to my other breast, leaving wet kisses in his wake.

Every nerve ending tingled and throbbed, my body responding as much to Dominic’s hungry stare as to Carter’s skilled attention. Each deliberate swirl of Carter’s tongue and scrape of teeth sent electric jolts straight to my core, making me arch my back. My arousal built with every passing second, slicking my inner thighs.

“You’re so responsive,” Carter growled, his strong fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass possessively.

In one fluid motion that made me gasp, he lifted me up and deposited me on the cushion beside him. He slid down between my thighs, his hands warm and insistent as they urged my legs apart.

“I need a second dessert tonight.” His grin sent another rush of heat through me, his intent clear.

Dominic leaned forward with his forearms braced on his knees. His attempt at nonchalance was betrayed by the visible tremor in his hands, the way his jaw clenched and unclenched.

Desire and defiance twined together inside me as I spread my thighs even wider, putting myself on shameless display. “Show me what that mouth can do.”

Carter dove in eagerly, his hot tongue parting my folds in one long, devastating stroke. I arched off the cushion, a broken moan tearing from my throat as my fingers twisted in his thick hair, urging him closer.

His tongue circled and teased my clit with maddening strokes while my gaze remained locked with Dominic’s. His pupils had swallowed the color of his eyes, his chest quickly rising and falling. Some distant part of me recognized the danger in what we were doing, the professional lines we were obliterating.

But when Carter slipped two fingers inside me, curling them just right while sucking my clit between his lips, rational thought scattered like smoke. All that existed was the white-hot pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, and the intoxicating thrill of holding Dominic’s complete attention as I came undone.

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