Page 109 of Pervade London
“Come, Emily.” James gave his order.
My nipples burst into tight buds of ecstasy as Xavier squeezed them rhythmically in time with James’ thrusts, until all I knew was white-hot bliss, a burning pleasure in my sex that I fell into as we came together.
The two men became frenzied in their pounding, delivering strikes so bold all I could do was grip onto James and give myself over to them completely.
I had a vague sense of them spilling their heat within me.
I saw stars as a violent shuddering took hold of me, my orgasm stealing my thoughts, my sense of time and place.
It was my groaning that drew me back into the room as a second climax prevented me from catching my next breath. Then I felt nothing but the pressure of two bodies…filled completely by them as they came down from an indescribable high.
I relished the feeling of their kisses on my shoulder, cheek, breasts, and mouth—saying a silent prayer for time to swallow me into its center and hold me between these two men forever.
“Fall asleep, Em,” coaxed James. “With us inside you.”
My thighs fell apart as I melted in their arms, spent and satisfied, willing to do anything they asked of me.
And fully aware that my feelings of lust for James had changed, teetering on the edge of something more.
The table had been tastefully set with fine china plates and crystal glasses for this late-night dining experience. The room’s décor—now that I had a moment to take it in—was regal and elegant. A line of high-back upholstered chairs surrounded a long oak table—the same one I’d been thrust on hours ago.
Silver domes covered three plates, a glass of red wine placed at each setting.
After showering, I’d found my clothes—the ones I’d put on this morning for my trip to Buckinghamshire—on the end of the bed and they’d been washed, since my experiences in the holding cell hadn’t been kind. Xavier had been the one to wash them; spoiling his girlfriend was a habit he’d yet to break.
It was hard to look down the table at James after everything we’d done together. Trying to make sense of these swirling emotions, I looked over at Xavier. He sat at the other end offering me a look of reassurance.
Turning my attention away from the medieval weaponry on the walls, I admired the massive stone fireplace. Bright red flames crackled in the hearth. Not unlike the fireplace that had warmed our naked bodies as we’d tumbled around in ecstasy.
Along the walls were paintings of chivalrous-looking knights. One of them actually resembled James.
He sat at the head of the table, the distance between us an ocean apart. This formal seating plan seemed like a punishment, as though we were returning to the status of what we had once been…enemies.
With a nod from James, I lifted the silver dome to reveal a meal of roast chicken, assorted vegetables, and the deliciously aromatic scent of rosemary.
My stomach grumbled with anticipation. “Nice going on the seating plan.”
James lifted his crystal glass and took a sip.
“Considering what the three of us just did.”
“It was…” James bit his lip before continuing. “A detour.”
Which made me swallow nervously as a recollection of being squished between them raced through my brain, holding me suspended as I replayed the scene.
“Try your roast chicken, Em,” said Xavier.
“What? Oh, yes.” I cut into the sumptuous meat and took a bite. My smile revealed how amazing it tasted. “James, you’re a great cook.”
“He considers himself a chef,” said Xavier.
“Ah, I see.” I paused, and then reached for my glass. “Are we allowed to talk about the AI?”
Ignoring James’ glare, I took a sip of wine. Flavors of blackberries and grapes danced on my tongue.
“I’m sure it’s a more comfortable conversation than what we did to you in the bedroom,” James said, arching a brow.
My cheeks blushed wildly.
