Page 67 of My Salvation
His cock twitches, and he throws back his head, laughing loudly. Pulling up my chin, he kisses me softly but thoroughly before wrapping me up in a robe. He quickly pulls on a T-shirt and black boxers.
“I thought the plan was to keep me naked and wrapped in chains and loops all night?” I tease him as I pull on the robe.
“Wrapped in chains, yes. Naked, up to you. I thought we’d go downstairs and get a piece of Lev’s sinfully delicious chocolate cake and a glass of wine. You don’t have to wear the robe. Neither Lev nor Shaw would mind.” His voice is smug as he smirks at me.
My mind drifts as I think about being with more than one of them. I’ve never experimented with multiple partners in bed. Then again, I’ve never dated multiple people at once either. Who would I want, though? Mixing Lowell and Lev doesn’t feel right. Lev is passion, sunshine, and exuberance. Shaw?
Narrowing my eyes at him, I shrug on the robe but belt it loosely so it shows off the fine gold jewelry wrapped around my body and walk out the door. Lowell follows, with his hand caressing the small of my back through the silk.
By the time we make it downstairs, I can barely focus on anything Lowell is saying. Those damn Ben Wa balls are knocking together, and it’s all I can do to put one foot in front of the other. After an interminably long time, we make it to the kitchen.
CHAPTER 31
KATE
Shaw and Lev are sitting in the kitchen when we walk into the room. Eyebrows go up as they see my short silk robe and golden chains.
Shaw greets me before exchanging silent words with Lowell. “Hello, Angel. I’ve missed you this week.”
“I’ve missed you, too, Shaw.” My voice is throaty as I think about our last date.
Lev finally tears away his eyes and clears his throat. “Hello, sweetheart. You two are home early. How did the salsa dancing go?”
Smirking, Lowell responds, “I’d say it went very well. Vigorous and very stimulating. Right, my dear?”
Lev chokes on his wine as I shake my head in agreement and give a smile loaded with pure satisfaction. Both Lev and Shaw groan.
“I’m starving. Lev, I hear you’ve been holding out on me?”
Confused, he looks at Lowell, who explains, “I told her about your chocolate cake. We came down to get a piece, and a glass of wine.”
Lev jumps up and brings over a cake platter. Inside is a beautiful, dark, three-tier chocolate cake smothered in rich, chocolate icing, with strawberries on top. It’s beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the three men surrounding me. Slicing a piece, he hands me and Lowell two forks. He then grabs the bottle behind him and pours us each a glass of wine.
Taking a bite, I moan.
Fuck me. This is the best chocolate cake I’ve ever eaten, and since it’s one of my top three favorite desserts, I’ve got plenty of comparisons.
