Page 6 of Binding Their Hearts

“I see you, Alice.” The knit top floated above his hands, rust red rising and leaving bare skin behind. “Do you comprehend just how arousing it is to watch your mind at work?”

She shook her head, caught in the spell of his fingertips stroking her ribs before he lifted the top over her head and tossed it aside.

He cupped her breasts over her bra, the red one from his first gifts. “How delightful it is”—he rolled his thumbs under the fabric and teased her nipples with maddeningly light pressure—“to watch you expand your emotional circle as you seek for your friends what you yourself have found here?”

He did see her—deeper than she saw herself. But that made sense, since she saw only him. The intense darkness of his eyes, their shadowed depths, revealed the arousal simmering inside him. More than a match for hers—Henry, master of self-control that he was, kept his banked until it boiled over. She shuddered in his embrace as he unhooked the bra and sent it to join her sweater.

He traced the waistband of her pants and undid the button and zip with agonizing patience. His swift shove, yanking pants and underwear both to mid-thigh, startled a groan from her gut. Exposed, her legs trapped in a tangle of clothes, she trembled as he leaned into her, smelling of musky leather and faint citrus. He wrapped an arm around her back, steadying her as he slid his other hand down her stomach. Her muscles tightened as he passed, delving lower, curling his fingers between her thighs and tracing her lips.

He nipped her ear. “Do you understand how very much I enjoy fucking you, Alice? Spreading you open and making you cry out in pleasure?”

Her body pulsed, Henry parting her swelling lips and stroking the wet center of the flames under her skin. She clenched as if she could pull him in by force of will alone. Vibrating moans came from her suddenly dry mouth.

“Yes, just like that. My good girl.”

She half listened as he gave instructions to Jay, her focus distracted by Henry’s constant motion between her legs. Arms back. She complied. Restraints? No, only Henry’s shirt, sliding up her arms with Jay’s help. Henry had been wearing it at breakfast, cornflower blue shirt and navy slacks for a commission consultation, and his scent lingered in the collar. Her eyes closed as she inhaled, and the breath became a gasp as Henry pulled his fingers away.

Her eyelids flew open. “But—wait—please—”

A satisfied hum passed Henry’s lips, and his eyes flashed, inches from her own. He buttoned his shirt between her breasts, his knuckles brushing their inner slopes. Three buttons only. Two open at the top. One open at the bottom.

“Jay.” Henry stroked her cheek, then held her chin in place between his fingers. “On your knees, my boy. Help Alice remove what’s left of her clothes. Creativity will be rewarded.”

“Thank you, Henry.” His reply was her only warning before his warm breath dived into the gap between the edge of Henry’s shirt fluttering against her ass and the tangle of her pants and underwear at midthigh.

Jay traced the outer curve of her ass with his tongue, nipping and tugging with his teeth. She hopped forward on reflex, finding no relief—only more arousal as her stomach met the outline of Henry’s cock in his pants.

Hands grasped her ankles. Jay, pulling way too fucking slowly at the hem of her pants and leaving her underwear in a twisted bunch trapping her legs. She shifted her legs forward and back, trying to encourage the pants to slide faster.

“Ah.” Henry gave her chin a shake. “None of that, or Jay will have to take things from the top.”

Sly man, with a tiny curving smile at the corner of his mouth. She held still and suffered the wait as Jay inched the pants to her ankles and ran his hands back up her legs, past the underwear, all the way to her hips.

The panties shifted. Jay’s hair tickled her ass as he scraped her thigh with his teeth. The panties pulled away—then snapped back against her thigh. She lurched into Henry, the hard wall of his cock still insistent and pressing and so close but not close enough.

Jay kept going. His breath trailed along her skin as he dragged her panties toward the floor with his teeth. He followed with his hands, skimming down, lifting her feet oh so carefully as he freed her from the tangle.

Henry parted the shirt tails and rubbed her clit. Her breath came in short hitches. He growled and gripped the back of the shirt in his other hand, pulling the linen tight across her hard nipples. “Excellent work, Jay. Waiting pose, please. I have business to attend to with Alice before your reward will be ready.”

As Jay knelt, Henry kissed her with a forceful possession, slow and deep. Pulling away, he spun her past him. “Up, my dear girl. On the armchair, on your knees. Lean forward. Hands on the seatback.” He guided her with voice and hands, his low humming approval the rhythm for her trembling thighs. “Spread your knees for me, Alice. Mmm, yes, just like that.”

The bottom of his shirt covered the top of her ass but not the roundness of her cheeks. The front gaped, tails dangling, her sex utterly exposed. Jay, on the floor, must’ve had a fabulous view. A breeze whirred, and the thuddy smack of her suede flogger landed, but not on her. Henry, testing the swing on his palm maybe. Or teasing her just because he could, and because the wait made her wet and aching for him.

She twisted her head, trying to look back over her shoulder.

“Eyes front, Alice.” As she obeyed, a quiet grunt followed. “And closed, I think. I won’t blindfold you, because I know you can be a good girl and keep your eyes closed for me, can’t you?”

The question hid a soft-spoken command. She’d disappoint him if she needed the blindfold to obey. Choosing to keep her eyes closed was an act of trust and will. Fuck if she’d fail on either count. “Yes, Henry.”

She looked straight ahead, past the wall clock and into the hall, took a slow breath, and closed her eyes.

Chapter three

Henry

Henry crouched behind Jay, bracketing him between his thighs, and lifted Jay’s gaze to the rosy flush of Alice’s sex. His shirt fluttered with her trembling breaths, the soft blue an engaging contrast for the warmth of her skin.

“Such a lovely view, isn’t it?” He spoke in Jay’s ear, his voice pitched just loud enough for Alice to hear if she waited quietly. With her eyes closed, she’d be straining through other senses for clues to his movements and intentions. “Do you like it?” He palmed Jay’s cock, and a pure tenor moan floated out with Jay’s breath. “I can feel that you do.”

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