Page 27 of The Layover

Raul’s offer bounced in my head. Just this once never worked in books, but this was real life, and it didn’t require a happily ever after between the three of us, all wrapped up neatly in 300 or so pages. If I married every guy I had a one-night stand with, I’d have a larger harem than any author would dare write about.

“It would make it easier to work together moving forward.” I was convincing myself as much as agreeing with him.

Raul tapped a light rhythm against my stomach, teasing. “And it would get rid of that question of what if.”

“Because we’d already know the answer.” No more wondering about what sex was like with them, or if there would be regrets that things didn’t go further in Philly. I met Diego’s gaze. “We’d all have to be on board.”

“We are.” Diego dipped his head and claimed my mouth. His kiss was intense and hard—the kind of sensation I felt in my toes. Without any words, but with a skilled tongue, his mouth made demands that practically stripped my panties off on its own. “Besides,” he murmured between tiny bites along my bottom lip, “I haven’t had a chance to taste you yet.”

How had my clothing not spontaneously combusted yet? Those words, that voice… “Promises promises,” I said playfully.

“Damn right.” Diego’s growl rumbled through me.

Raul brushed my hair from my neck and drew his mouth along the bare skin. The nibbling and sucking raced over my body.

While he distracted me in the most delicious way, Diego undid the top button on my dress, and then the next, and the next, moving down the front until my dress hung open, and he was on his knees at my feet.

With a nudge of Raul’s mouth against one shoulder and his fingertips on my other, my dress fell to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my panties—the bodice of the dress had been support enough for my less-than-ample breasts.

Was this already hotter than I’d imagined, being worshiped by two men, not knowing which to focus on, and wondering who was going to do the next thing to make my pulse race? Yes. Yes it was.

Diego pressed his lips to my hip, at the edge of the elastic, and dragged his teeth along the fabric of my underwear. The tingle caused by friction made me gasp, and a groan escaped when he nipped at the patch that covered my pussy.

And then he pressed his mouth in, licking and nipping through cotton, while Raul kneaded my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers. Need surged inside me, mounting until my panties were soaked, both from Diego and desire. I was swaying on my feet and my head was pleasantly light and fuzzy.

“I knew I’d like the sounds you make when you’re turned on.” Raul’s whisper brushed my skin.

And here I thought I was being quiet.

Diego hooked his fingers in the elastic of my lingerie and dragged my panties down my legs. I stepped out and he tossed them aside, making sure I was steady on my feet again before burying his face against my bare skin. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep a cry from escaping.

From behind me, Raul glided his touch down my spine, sending a pleasant shiver racing up. He traced along the curve of my ass, and slipped his hand between my legs, forcing them apart. A gasp escaped my throat when he plunged his fingers inside me.

Diego licked from my opening up to my clit, devouring me like dessert. He wrapped his mouth around my swollen bud and flicked with his tongue. With him bathing me in pleasure, and Raul pumping inside me, the room spun and the outside world fell away.

The only thing I had to hold onto was Diego, and I gripped his hair for all I was worth. Pleasure built inside, swelling, growing, pushing at the edges of my restraint…

Until orgasm washed over me. Holy…

Unf.

Yummy.

Diego pulled away and I wobbled. A light giggle flitted past my lips. My legs didn’t work. How about that?

Raul guided me to the bed, laying soft kisses along my shoulder before he sat me on the edge, then he turned to Diego. Raul offered a hand up. “Well? That looked like fun.”

“You’re the one with the million-dollar tastebuds, you tell me.” Diego gripped the back of Raul’s neck and crushed their mouths together, sharing my taste. The passion and love that flowed between them was tangible. The way they dove into the kiss, the tangling of their tongues… Then they were unbuttoning each other’s shirts, and pushing those out of the way.

I was getting hotter just watching them, but not because it was two men kissing. Because it was obvious how much in love they were, and how much they were enjoying each other.

A pang echoed in my chest, a whisper of I want that, but it was easy to bury under fascination and desire.

Through the kisses, they continued to undress each other—belts, trousers—and then they were naked. Raul turned to me and tugged me to my feet.

“Watching you and Diego kiss makes me want a taste of my own,” he said.

“Now that’s a good line.”

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