Page 43 of Chloé

She shimmied out of the shorts, letting them fall to the dewy grass under her feet, and when she stepped out of them and went to pick them up, she heard, “Leave them.”

Chloé swallowed and straightened, her eyes finding Ethan’s, which seemed to be glowing now as they trailed over her cropped tee and lacy white thong.

“You look fucking gorgeous.”

His voice was gruff, and Chloé wasn’t sure whether or not he’d actually meant to say the words. But knowing it wasn’t her place to ask when they were in scene, she replied, “Thank you, sir,” and continued to undress.

She reached for the hem of her tee and drew it up over her head, revealing her naked breasts. She’d forgone a bra tonight after shift when she’d gotten changed, and as a low growl met her ears, she was pretty pleased with that decision.

She dropped the soft material on top of the shorts and, when her hands were free, reached for the thong.

“Stop.”

Chloé immediately froze, her fingers at her hips, as Ethan stepped forward. She lowered her eyes, knowing she wasn’t supposed to look at him unless she was instructed to do so. But when he reached out and drew a fingertip along the elastic of the thong to the flirty little bow at the center, she couldn’t help the way her breath caught in her throat.

“These are so pretty.” Ethan smoothed two of his fingers down over her lace-covered mound. “And so are you. Look at me.”

Chloé raised her head, her eyes finding his.

“Now you can take them off.”

With her eyes locked on his, Chloé slipped the final scrap of material from her body, and when they were at her ankles, Ethan reached out to remove the clip from her hair. As the waves fell down around her shoulders, he nodded.

“There, now you’re perfect.” He held out his hand. “Come with me.”

Chloé took his hand, and as they began to cross the lawn, she could feel the wind in her hair and the grass underfoot, and while she was completely naked, she felt as though she were burning up.

As they continued on, she memorized everything she was seeing as she followed Ethan’s lead.

The cabana and pool were beautiful at night, lit up in a way that was both inviting and tantalizing, tempting her to come and take a dip, even if the sun wasn’t out to warm her.

The soft sound of water lapping on the lakeshore could be heard off in the distance, along with the sounds of night birds in the trees and that summer breeze rustling the leaves. And the sweet scent of the magnolias carried through the air, making her think of summertime and wine. All her senses were on high alert.

Ethan led her past the pool and up the couple of stairs to the cabana, and the sight that greeted her had her coming to a dead stop.

Oh my God…

The main doors to the guest house were opened up wide, and in the center of the living area, illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight, was a very naked Zayne—or Z, by the looks of it.

He was cuffed and bent over what looked like a padded bench, his eyes cast downward, his ankles strapped to the legs of the apparatus, and even though he must’ve heard them approach, he didn’t move an inch. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Ethan leaned in and said by her ear, “I told you I had a surprise for you.”

Chloé drank in the sight of Zayne’s phenomenal body, feeling her thighs tighten.

“And now that you’re here, I can give it to you.” Ethan led her into the main room and stopped her several feet away from Zayne. “Z, look at me.”

Zayne finally raised his eyes, and the only reaction to the fact she was standing there as naked as he was—a slight flare to his nostrils.

“Our girl is home.” Ethan turned to look at her. “Well, she’s my girl tonight. Just like you’re my boy, and I’m going to take really good care of the both of you.”

Chloé’s body clenched at the sinful promise as Ethan drew a finger from her collarbone, down between her breasts, and over her navel to her clit.

Then he said, “Spread your legs,petite fille.”

Chloé immediately complied, moving her feet apart, and Ethan dipped his fingers between them. She gasped and went to reach for his arm, but the second she did, he stopped.

“Hands by your side. I’ll tell you when you can move them again.”

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