Page 13 of More Than We Know

My breath hitches at the dark desire in her eyes. I glance over at Quentin, subconsciously worried he’ll change his mind about this whole thing, but he simply nods.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since last weekend. I’ve been telling myself to tread carefully, to keep my emotions in check. But right now, with the heat of her gaze settling over me, I don’t want to be careful.

She brings out the reckless side of me that wants to chase the highs and live in the moment.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I say.

“Well then—” she reaches out to drag the tip of her finger down my forearm “—let’s play.”

My heart pounds with anticipation as Kat leads me by the hand toward the back of the club. Quentin follows at Kat’s request, which is both nerve-wracking and fills me with relief. I don’t want him to feel left out, but I can’t help but wonder how he’ll react to the two of us kissing, touching, or anything else.

We find an empty private room, though all the ones with windows to the hallway are occupied. Tonight, I’m okay with no one watching. This is exhilarating enough, being able to live out my long-lost fantasies with Kat.

Quentin locks the door behind us with a click that seems to resound through the silence.Now what?

Kat’s eyes lock with mine, and she reaches out a hand. I take it, and she pulls me in closer to her, our bodies only inches away from each other. “I can’t believe I get to touch you again,” she whispers in awe.

And just like that, my resolve to take things slow shatters. I slide my hand over her shoulder and curl my fingers around the back of her neck before leaning in. The moment our lips meet, my world shifts.

Her touch overwhelms my body and my memory all at once. The softness of her lips, the feel of her body against mine, the way she consumes me with her kiss. She wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me in tightly, and every nerve in my body comes alive with need.

I moan into her mouth, my body already aching with the weight of everything I’ve denied myself for so long. She tilts her head, deepening the kiss and brushing her tongue against mine in a slow, deliberate tease. When I whimper and dig my nails into her shoulders, I feel her smile against my lips.

Behind me, on a chair in the far corner of the room, Quentin shifts, and the sudden reminder that we’re not alone sends a thrill though me.He’s watching me kiss her.

Kat must sense it because she pulls away just enough to murmur in her flirty tone, “Do you like that he’s watching us?”

I nod.

“Good,” she says, her lips brushing my jaw as her hands skim down my sides. “Then let’s give him a show. But for your sake, I’m taking this slow,” she adds.

I barely have time to process that before she’s kissing me again, harder this time, needier. Her hands slide lower, gripping my hips as she presses me back against the bed. I go willingly, my body already burning with need as I sink onto the mattress.

She follows, hovering over me as her hands press against my upper thighs before sliding up my body, over my stomach and breasts. Even at her slow pace, it’s not enough. She places her hands on either side of my head and props herself up just enough so that her full bodyweight isn’t on me but we’re still pressed against each other as she leans down to trail kisses up my neck. Still, her body is against mine, and my pussy is already throbbing with need. I grind my hips against hers, and she sucks in a sharp breath before taking my bottom lip between her teeth, biting just hard enough to cause pain but not hard enough to draw blood.

I whimper as she pulls back, and I catch Quentin’s gaze behind her. He watches us with an unreadable expression, but his posture is relaxed, and there’s an obvious erection tenting his pants.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my skin. “Aboutyou.”

“Me too. More than I care to admit.”

Something flashes in her eyes at that admission. She kisses me again, and this time, it’s deeper, slower, filled with all the words we can’t say.

When she pulls away, she stares at me with lust and longing before whispering, “I told you I was going to take this slow, and I’m sticking to that. But, I have an idea.”

CHAPTER 8

QUENTIN

Sarah’s chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths as Kat pulls away slightly. It’s been years since I’ve seen her so desperate with need.

My wife looks wrecked, and we’ve barely even started.

I can’t see Kat’s expression as she leans in to whisper against Sarah’s ear. Whatever she says affects Sarah, though, because her eyes widen slightly before she nods and bites back a smile.

Then Kat stands, walks over to me, and rests a hand on my shoulder. My cock jumps at the contact. “Your turn. I’m taking this slow with Sarah, but I want to watch you fuck her if that’s okay with you.”

Holy. Fuck.

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