Page 8 of Traveling with Gentlemen
Similar to Auguste, Booker didn't release like a human man, but his cock swelled thick in my mouth and jumped against my tongue as he trembled and groaned, leaning forward into his arms and resting his head against the wall. He drew free of my mouth and I fell back, gasping and beaming up at him in victory.
And in the wake of our pleasure, I suddenly heard the resounding silence from outside our small cloistered space.
No more sewing machines.
"If the pair of you are finished, we might return the shop to its purpose."
I blushed and Booker huffed, pulling me up from the floor, and helping me dress back in the pants before tucking himself away. He leaned forward as I reached for the curtain, one large, cool hand cupping my shoulder as he ducked and pressed a kiss to my flushed forehead.
I smiled at him, and then pushed aside the curtain, finding my other lovers waiting, all with amused expressions on their faces. Even Amon, thank goodness.
"Wicked girl," Jonathon said fondly.
"It was my fault," Booker said, shrugging. "Too many pretty dresses. I had to touch."
My cheeks were hot as I approached Amon, glancing briefly around to find that we really did have the shop to ourselves. "I love everything you chose for me," I said.
"And we can't wait to see you wear it all,mon coeur," Auguste said.
Amon's lips twitched. "I imagine we'll find it as difficult to keep our hands off you as Booker did."
I sighed and relaxed, reaching back for Booker's hand and wrapping my arm around Amon's.
"Perhaps next time we will wait untilafterwe've returned home from the market," Amon added.
"Perhaps," Ezra echoed dubiously.
"You all would have done the same," Booker intoned.
I snorted a laugh and caught Amon fighting one of his own. "He's right, of course," Amon whispered, glancing at me with his lovely copper gaze. "Who could resist you, my star?"
CHAPTER3
CROCODILES ON THE NILE
Ileaned against the railing of the steamboat that chugged gently down the Nile, watching the spiky slivers of crocodiles floating alongside. The high sun beat down onto the broad rimmed hat I wore, a breeze fluttering strands of my dar hair to whip over my eyes. A soft brushing touch stroked up my spine, although there was no sign of anyone at my side.
I smiled as a bristly kiss pressed through the thin silk of my robe.
"They don't look so dangerous like this," I said, still watching the trio of crocodiles that had seemingly chosen to escort our travels this morning.
Ezra snorted and shimmered into appearance at my side, his arm wrapping around my waist and tugging me closer. I slipped between him and the railing, his heat and breadth at my back comforting and familiar already. I wasn't sure if Amon owned the steamboat, but we were alone on it as it traveled to his home and none of the staff so much as blinked when Amon's tail wrapped around my wrist, or Ezra vanished briefly from sight.
"They look dangerous enough to dissuade me from swimming," he said.
I grinned at that. "Did Amon tell you he has a bathing pool? I thought he meant a bathtub but he says we can swim in it." I was still uncertain what to expect from Amon's home, and he'd been taking a wicked enjoyment in remaining tight lipped about it.
"I'm still surprised he let me come along," Ezra whispered.
I twisted in his arms, marveling once more at the sight of his rugged and handsome face in front of mine. My hat shaded his face, but the sun caught on the ends of his hair, gilding the red tones in gold.
"Surprised, but grateful," Ezra amended.
I leaned in, helping myself to his lips, grinning into the kiss as he hands took fistfulls of my ass, bunching my robe in his grip and making it slip apart at the front.
"I'm not surprised," I said. "I would no more give him up for you, than I would give you up for him. I must haveallof you."
Ezra leaned in, pinning me to the railing and finding a convenient space for himself between my thighs, his gaze warming as it drifted down to find me nude beneath my robe.
