Page 5 of The Heiress's First Date

“Tonight?” I tease.

Alex circles the back of the sectional and shoves it forward until it meets the ottomans. Meanwhile, my brain races in different directions. I cross the room.

“I love this,” I murmur, petting the insanely soft fabric. It feels like the world’s most luxurious corduroy. The warm gray color gives the space a masculine feel, and it’s easy to imagine Gabe and Alex kicking back after a long week, watching an old favorite.

I bet that doesn’t happen as often as they’d like.

“Hit that button behind you,” Gabe says. “The one on the right.”

I turn and King steps over to a panel next to the door, following Gabe’s instruction. There’s a soft whir behind us, and I glance back as thick drapes move to cover the window.

“Think we’ve already given everyone more than they paid for tonight,” Gabe says as they push the sides of the sectional in, making a single massive bed.

There’s zero censure in his tone, just frustration. Alex grunts in agreement, circling back to me. Those keen brown eyes lock with mine, pulling me to him.

My stomach tightens, and the heat of embarrassment races over my shoulders. I hate that, once again, I’ve drawn unnecessary attention. “I’m sorry we disrupted your evening.”

Alex prowls toward me, dropping the little bag and reaching for me. I face him, a thrill running through me. Being wanted by this man will never get old. I slide my hands up the solid wall of his chest and across the crisp, warm fabric of his shirt.

“Up.” The word is a growl as he cups my ass.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I jump, wrapping my legs around his hips.

His hum of pleasure makes me wet again. I pepper kisses across his cheek to his chin and then along his jaw, reveling in the feel of those strong arms holding me aloft.

“I’m sorry about the picture,” I whisper. “I hate to cause you?—”

He silences me with a kiss, his tongue sweeping deep to tangle with mine. Ohmygosh. I love the way he takes control. Just steamrolling past my worries to douse me with desire.

I suck on his tongue, and he does the same to mine. A racy little tit-for-tat. Our moans fill the air, swirling around us like a seductive symphony.

He wraps an arm around my waist, holding me so tight. It’s almost hard to breathe, but who cares. If I pass out, he won’t drop me, I’m sure of that.

I grind my hips against him, wet and needy. And his cock promises I won’t be disappointed.

“Hold on,” he murmurs, then settles onto one of the ottomans.

He brushes the cardigan off my shoulders and tugs down the straps of my dress. My nipples ache for his attention, but he takes his time kissing my neck, exploring my shoulders.

“Arms up.”

I do as he asks, getting exactly what I want. One less layer between us.

He lifts my dress over my head and tosses it away. There’s a throaty groan from somewhere behind me, and I glance over my shoulder. Gabe stands there in the dim lighting, cock in hand, stroking slowly.

“Couldn’t wait any longer, Princess. You’ve got me so worked up.”

I shoot him a smile and then turn my attention back to Alex.

He reaches behind me, deft fingers unhooking my bra. It joins the dress on the floor, and he cups my breasts, his warmth searing me. I will never get enough of this man. The way he studies me and touches me. How protected I feel whenever he’s around.

I rock my hips against the hard length of his cock, whimpering because the friction against my clit feels so damn good.

“You’re all overdressed,” I purr, shooting King a look over my other shoulder.

He strides forward, hand sliding up my back and into my hair. His fist tightens, giving me a little bite of pain. I gasp, and he swoops in, oblivious to Alex’s personal space, turning my head and tipping my chin up.

“Is that what you want, Wildfire? The three of us naked?” He brushes a kiss across my lips. It’s too brief, leaving me bemused. “You don’t need to answer that. It’s written on your face.”

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