Page 70 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Heat punches me in the gut. I see Christopher’s jaw tighten. And I note the flash of mischief in Finley’s eyes.
“Do you think you could help me out with that, Mr. Davis?”
“How do you want it?” he asks.
“Well…” She licks her lips, her gaze on mine, then dropping to my mouth. “Evan has already beenreally, reallynice to me. And really nice toyou, I assume. And vice versa. It’s probably time foryouto be nice to me, don’t you think,Mr. Davis?”
I know exactly what Christopher is going to say to that.
And I know that Finley knows what Christopher is going to say to that.
He doesn’t disappoint.
“You want me to fuck you, Finley?” he asks, pressing closer to her, moving her against me. His hand coasts up her side to the front of her throat. “You think it’s my turn in this tight, needy little pussy?”
She swallows hard against his hand and says softly, “Yes.”
But we both know that’s not how it’s going to go. Not at first.
Because Christopher calls the shots.
Fuck, this is going to be so hot.
He strokes his big fingers along the column of her throat. “Kiss my boyfriend, Finley,” Christopher says.
She gives me a triumphant little smirk. “Hold my champagne, Christopher.” She lifts the bottle.
He takes it from her, along with the chocolates, and sets them on the coffee table.
Her arms come around my neck, and she lifts up on tiptoe. I bend and our mouths meet in a sweet kiss.
Christopher presses her into me. I feel his hands move between us, and I realize they are stealing up underneath her sweatshirt.
“Nothing on under the sweatshirt and sweatpants, Miss Anderson?”
She pulls back just enough to answer, “Easy access.”
“Indeed. Now kiss Evan like you mean it.”
I don’t know exactly what he’s doing to her, but she moans and leans into the kiss more fully, opening her mouth.
I take advantage, slipping my tongue between her lips and tasting her fully. Champagne and chocolate. Fucking delicious. She kisses me back with exuberance, whimpering against my mouth.
I don’t think it’s just because of the kiss, though.
I pull back and look down. Christopher‘s hands are moving underneath her sweatshirt, clearly covering her breasts.
Without a word, I take the fabric in my fist and lean back enough to pull the sweatshirt over Finley‘s head. Christopher continues to play with her breasts and nipples, Finley sagging back against him as I toss her shirt to the side.
The sight of his big hands on her body fires my blood. I can’t wait to see them together. Really together. Christopher is phenomenal in bed, and I can’t wait to see the things he does to Finley.
“Take her pants off,” he tells me, plucking her nipples and making her moan.
I go to my knees, prepared to untie her shoes, but she’s already toeing them off and kicking them to the side. I grin up at her. I do love an enthusiastic lover. I pull the tie on the front of her pants, then slide them over her hips, and down her long smooth legs.
Nope, nothing under these either.
She’s completely bare a moment later.
