Page 87 of Chloé

“Part your legs, Duchess. It’s time to show me your secret.”

Chloé’s breath shook as she took a deep inhale. She widened her stance, and the scent of her arousal immediately hit Zayne’s nose.

“Sit down on Lord Zayne’s lap. Legs on either side of his.”

Chloé shifted the best she could in such a gown, and as she took a seat, the material of her skirts billowed all around him.

Zayne moved it aside the best he could until his fingertips touched soft, smooth skin, and the second they did, a surprised little gasp left her.

Perfect,Zayne thought as he trailed his fingers across the top of her thigh. As he slowly started to slip them in between, Chloé arched back and leaned her head toward him.

“I knew you’d come alive under his touch,” Ethan said, his voice like sandpaper as he walked over and stopped in front of them. “Why wouldn’t you? He’s strong, handsome, and has a devilish tongue. Any respectable person would look at him and wonder what it would be like to have him touch them.”

Holy shit, Ethan was ramping this fuck fantasy up a notch or two. When he reached for his waistcoat and unbuttoned it, Zayne’s dick jerked.

“Are you respectable, Duchess?”

Chloé squirmed on Zayne’s lap, trying to get him to move his fingers. But he wasn’t budging until he was told.

“I asked you a question,” Ethan said as he rolled his sleeves up his forearms. “Are yourespectable?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Hmm.” Ethan leaned down to whisper over the top of her lips, “You won’t be by the end of the night. Lord Zayne? I know you have more skill than this. Your reputation for bed hopping is almost as well known as your debt. Show me how you make Her Grace writhe.”

Zayne’s lips twitched as he began to move his hand again, and as he circled his fingers up under the folds of fabric, he was shocked to find Chloé’s warm, wet body naked for the taking.

Damn, she was open and wide. Before he could stop himself, Zayne slid a finger inside.

Chloé moaned and tossed her head back on his shoulder, and the grunt of approval from Ethan told Zayne that his “skills” were now being appreciated.

Zayne kissed along Chloé’s neck as he started to tease her clit with his thumb. As she started to really move on the two fingers he had inside her, Ethan reached out and gently pulled the neck of her gown down.

“Ahh,” Chloé gasped, but did nothing to try to cover herself as Zayne reached up to cup one of her exposed breasts.

Ethan’s eyes were dark as night as the scene he’d set up began to unfold. He reached down and unbuttoned his breeches.

Zayne watched on with a greedy gaze as his fingers worked Chloé into a crazed state of need. And when Ethan pulled his cock free and wrapped a fist around it, Zayne’s dick did its best to punch free of its confines.

A slow, wicked smirk tugged at the corners of Ethan’s mouth.

“Well, Your Grace” he said, as he once again looked down to where Zayne’s fingers were fucking their duchess. “Now that I’ve seen your secret, I think it’s time that Ishareit.”

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ETHAN LOOKED DOWN at the sensual picture Chloé made lounged back on Zayne’s lap, her bare legs spread wide, her beautiful breasts spilling free. Her hard nipples were rosy red, like cherries on a sundae, and the bodice of the gown cradled them like hands of the gods offering them up to him.

When she first stepped into the room tonight, it had been all Ethan could do to keep himself in check. His control had already been tested with Zayne so near in an outfit that made Ethan want bend his man over the couch and fuck him into next week.

But somehow, he’d managed to refocus and zero in on the gorgeous gown that accentuated every curve of her body, from her high, pert breasts to the sensual flare of her hips. The firelight caught on the silver and gold silk and shimmered every time she moved.

He hadn’t been sure how she’d react to what they’d planned for her tonight. But when Zayne had shown him a passage from that sexy book of hers, his mind had gone into overdrive.

A little role play never hurt anyone, and judging by Chloé’s glistening body and Zayne’s clenched jaw, both of them were enjoying the hell out this trip to a bygone era.

Ethan gave himself another rough stroke, and Chloé’s eyes fell to the move.

“Don’t look so scandalized, Your Grace. We both know this isn’t the first cock you’ve seen.”

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