Page 71 of Puck Yes

A perfect cocktail of the two of them.

When I part my lips to smile, they both look like they’re in a daze, drunk on me.

I’m drunk on pleasure, struggling to break free of my lingerie restraint. Hayes moves behind me, unbinds me. Immediately, I jam a hand between my thighs to touch my throbbing clit, but Stefan barks out a “no.”

It’s a stern order from the gentler one.

I stop, obeying.

“Clean her up,” Stefan says to the other man.

Hayes leaves the room and returns seconds later with a wet washcloth. With tender hands, he wipes my face with it as Stefan rubs my wrists soothingly. When Hayes sets down the cloth, Stefan is firm again. This time, his tone is directed to me.

“Get on the couch, spread those beautiful thighs, and let your husband eat that sweet pussy. He hasn’t had a chance to taste you, and that’s just not fair, now, is it?”

“It’s not,” I say.

They strip off my panties and lay me down, my head in Stefan’s lap, my body stretched along the big couch. Hayes crawls down the cushions, spreads my thighs, and brushes his stubble against my inner thigh.

I cry out, then I murmur as Stefan leans down, strokes my face, and brushes feather-light touches to my arms, shoulders, and breasts while Hayes kisses a hungry path up to my pussy.

When he reaches my slick center, he growls.

And one man eats my pussy while the other lavishes sensual attention on my face, my hair, and my tits, caressing me.

Stefan adores me while Hayes devours me.

Soon, I’m parting my legs wider, letting Hayes shove my thighs apart with his hands as Stefan kisses me like I’m the star of the show.

And really, as pleasure pulses through me, swirling tight in my belly, I am.

I am kissed everywhere by them, my body aching with pleasure, with the promise of impending bliss, and soon I can’t hold back. I cry out against Stefan’s lips on mine, thrust against Hayes’s mouth on me, and shatter into a million pieces from their filthy devotion.

I think I’m going to like having a temporary husband and a secret boyfriend very, very much.

* * *

Later, in bed, I feel fizzy and soft until I remember something. I sit up, alarmed. “Roxy!”

I need to go. Yes, Jackson’s home, but she’s mine, and I can’t leave her. She hasn’t even had her daily sock.

Hayes swings his legs out of bed, setting a firm hand on my stomach. “Stay. I’ll get her.”

* * *

Thirty minutes later, he returns, and the scrabbling of paws and the whimper of my cutie makes my heart expand. I toss her my sock. She grabs it and then whips her snout left and right, hunting for a sock hiding place. But she doesn’t have one here yet, so she gives me ahelp pleaselook. I scoop her up, wrestling the sock away. We get back into bed, and my little cinnamon love scampers across the dove-gray comforter. She gives a kiss to Stefan, then Hayes, then sighs contentedly and curls into a tight ball against my neck.

“Guess she likes both of you too,” I say, then I add, “Think…San Francisco.”

Hayes shoots me awhat are you talkingaboutlook.

“That’s your hint.”

Stefan chuckles. “Ah. The mascot hint. But we didn’t give you three orgasms.”

I grin. “I said three. Not three for me. We each got one.”

Stefan wraps an arm around me and kisses my cheek. “Hope you enjoyed dessert.”

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