Page 68 of Never Kiss Your Neighbors

When Wyatt, who’s behind me, presses his hips against my backside and I feel that he’s growing hard, I reach over my shoulder to grab his collar.

“Maybe we should leave soon,” I tell him.

His lips play at the back of my shoulder. “I’m ready when you are.”

He and Cam exchange a look, and then they’re each taking one of my hands and leading me toward the door.

We return to the lobby and cross to a different bank of elevators where, instead of lighting up the button for the underground parking garage, Wyatt presses a higher floor.

“Where are we going?”

“Up to a suite. It’s too early for the night to be over,” he says.

The yearning inside me feels like it’s been stirred with a hot fire poker, all the embers swirling around, starting to spark. But even during this dream date, I can’t forget reality.

“I can’t stay the night. I need to be home for Jessie.”

“Of course,” Cam says. “We’ll take you home whenever you need to go.”

“Do you want to check in with Marissa?” Wyatt asks. “Make sure everything’s okay?”

I do, and immediately get a big thumbs-up emoji from my friend along with a message not to hurry home.

If I thought dinner was fancy, it’s nothing compared to the room that’s behind the door Wyatt opens on the fifteenth floor.

It’s pure luxury, with a city view, an enormous bed, and a bathroom that’s the stuff dreams are made of, with a walk-in mosaic-tiled shower and an oversized freestanding bathtub. There’s a bottle of champagne on ice in the sitting area, along with a vase of roses and a box of chocolates.

“Did I get my calendar mixed up? Is it Valentine’s Day?” I ask them, as I marvel at the amount of preparation they put into this date.

Both of them laugh, and Wyatt says, “No, not Valentine’s Day. You just wait and see what we come up with for that holiday.”

Cam pops open the champagne, pours us each a glass, and raises a toast. “To a wonderful evening, with a beautiful woman.”

“To many more nights like this,” Wyatt adds, clinking glasses.

After we all take a sip, Cam lifts his glass again. “To taking off Stella’s dress as soon as humanly possible.”

As I’m laughing, he takes the champagne flute from my hand and sets it on the table, while Wyatt puts his own glass down. Then the two men are on me like I’m their only source of air.

CHAPTER48

STELLA

They each take one of my hands and kiss their way up my arms. At my shoulders, they slide the straps of the dress down, and one of them unzips the back. They don’t make it fall right away, but instead let it hang from my arms and chest as their mouths claim every bit of my exposed skin.

One of them bends and slips my shoes off, and then together they remove the dress completely, leaving me standing between them in only the jewelry and the black lingerie.

“It’s been too long,” Cam says, as they touch and kiss and lick every inch of me. He kneels at my feet, his hands caressing my thighs, as he kisses the delicate skin of my inner thighs and mouths over the sheer bit of fabric between my legs.

Wyatt slips one bra strap from my shoulder and takes my breast in his mouth, his tongue sending shockwaves through my entire body.

I’ll never get over how amazing it is to have these two men adoring my body at once. It’s pleasure overload, yet at the same time, I can never get enough.

A few minutes later, I’m naked, though I’m not even sure when it happened.

Wyatt moves to lift me up, but I put a hand out to stop him. “This needs to go differently this time. As good as you both look in your dress clothes, I want to see you out of them.”

They both strip, with me helping where I can, my fingers handling buttons, helping to pull belts, and eventually peeling undershirts off of them.

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