Page 32 of Boss Level

The top slipped down, but the rest stayed in place. Xander huffed at my back. “Your dress is stuck to you.”

I stepped away from both of them. “I’m good, but I’m notnothing slips out of place because I willed it not togood. Strategically placed tape.” Slipping my fingers under the fabric, I glided my touch along my body, peeling dress from skin as I moved past my breasts, down my stomach, and along my lower back.

As I moved, the dress fell away, but Xander’s and Dominic’s gazes never did. Shimmery red fabric landed like water pooled around my feet, leaving me in panties, stockings, and heels. I was exposed. More vulnerable than anyone else would ever see me.

And yet, my tension had fallen away with the dress. This sense of safety was something I felt so rarely that it ached in my chest.

Dominic grasped my hand again, raised it to his lips, and kissed each fingertip one at a time. The gesture was so gentle andrealthat it washed away my lingering hesitation. For tonight, I was theirs.

Xander took my other hand, and each of them peeled off a glove. Dominic gently removed my mask while Xander stepped behind me. A moment later, my world went dark when one of my own gloves covered my eyes. He had to stretch the fabric to tie it, but it was a soothing feeling rather than uncomfortable.

When Xander used the other glove to bind my hands behind my back, my pulse skipped and a fresh need throbbed between my thighs. “Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear.

Where was I going to go, mostly naked, blindfolded, and restrained?

The sound of the door opening and closing reached me. Did they just leave? Anyone else and I’d panic, but I trusted both men.

Wait, one of them was still here. Heat brushed my back and warm breath teased my neck. It was probably Dom, because his cologne smelled the strongest, but they were both on my skin, making it hard for me to be certain.

I was good with that.

After what felt like an eternity, but had probably only been a minute or two, I heard the door again, followed by a softthunk, something being set down, and a rattle.

I knew that sound. Why couldn’t I place it.

Cold touched my lips. Ice, that was it. I parted my mouth in a gasp and the singular point of chill raced through me. A mouth followed, claiming mine in a hot, hungry kiss. That was definitely Dom.

And the contrast was delicious.

Was it odd that I was both sad and relieved it wasn’t Xander? I wanted to know what he tasted like. How he kissed. But I wanted to look him in the eye that first time his lips met mine.

Ice, one piece on my earlobe and one on a nipple, shattered any other thoughts. The touches from two different directions lingered, slipping along a tiny area of my skin. Just as each became too much, it was replaced with a hot mouth wrapping around the area.

Ice then sucking, ice then sucking, until my mind spun and the rest of the world had vanished.

Dominic focused on bathing my nipples with his tongue, and the other touch fell away, replaced with Xander pushing my panties to the ground.

When cool fingers parted my slick folds, I gasped and pressed into Dominic’s mouth. When Xander brushed ice over my clit, I whimpered. He glided along my skin, never lingering too long in one place, but it was almost too much.

Almost.

Xander slipped the ice toward my opening and pushed it inside me. My entire body tensed at the delicious ache, and I felt the melted water roll down my skin. He followed by slipping fingers inside me. The slow, steady pumping warmed me quickly now that the ice was gone.

Dominic moved his fingers to my clit, and both men pressed their bodies into mine. They’d shed their clothing too, and their hot, bare skin against mine was delicious. I loved this feeling of being sandwiched between them.

With Xander finger-fucking me and Dom circling my clit, both pressing in when my gasps grew louder, I fell quickly toward orgasm. They kept pushing, coaxing, as the pressure built inside, until climax overtook me.

They eased their touches away as my body shuddered from pleasure, but they kept holding me up.

I’d loved the other night, but when it was done, I hadn’t been sure I ever wanted half a dozen orgasms again. Right now, I was considering it.

The tension on my wrists and head vanished, and the restraints and blindfold fell away. Combined with the lingering bliss, I felt light. Not quite here. Heavenly mixed with just a little bit of wickedness.

Dom drew my gaze with a finger under my chin. The way his jaw worked, it looked like he was going to say something, but he brushed his lips over mine instead. “On the bed.”

The state of mind I was in, I only wanted to comply. I lay in the middle of the mattress, and watched his tight, sleek frame as he crawled up my legs. The hunger in his eyes sent a brand-new kind of chill racing over me.

When he gripped my hips and rolled us both, I squealed in surprise. I landed on top of him with a soft grunt, and a laugh escaped as I righted myself so I was straddling his legs.

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