Page 109 of Beautiful Sinners

I don’t want to cry during such a lovely moment, but dammit, I can’t stop the tears when I look at them.

“I love it. Thank you so much.”

Constantine grabs my waist and slides his long-fingered hands around to my ass, then down the backs of my thighs. The height of the bed with me standing on it puts his mouth almost level with my belly button piercing, and my stomach muscles quiver when he bumps my shirt up with his nose and kisses where the belly chain has settled at my navel.

“Fuck, your skin smells good.”

Every thought flies right out of my head when his soft lips travel along the hem of my yoga pants, then move lower when he hooks his thumbs under the nylon-Lycra waistband and pulls. My skin turns to goose flesh as he slides the silky, stretchy fabric down my legs.

His breath fans over my mons, and I rasp, “It’s my gardenia body wash.”

The mattress sinks when Tristan comes up behind me.

“No, Red, it’s all you.”

Constantine braces the curvature of my torso to hold me steady when I let go of the post and raise my arms above my head for Tristan to remove my shirt. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples instantly pucker as soon as cold air kisses them.

“Can I touch you?”

He knows he never has to ask for my permission, but it’s his way of apologizing for our earlier argument.

“Please touch me,” I entreat.

The pads of his fingertips sweep across my nape like an artist’s paintbrush. Sliding my hair out of the way, he runs his tongue up my neck to my ear, and I shudder. The chill on my skin intensifies when he molds his hands over my breasts, tweaking my nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers. The electric sensation travels straight down to my clit, and I bite my bottom lip to hold in my whimper of need.

Constantine shatters that composure when he inserts a finger into my wet heat.

“Fuck yes!” I cry out.

His groan of satisfaction when I spasm around him tells me that he derives as much pleasure from touching me as I get from what he’s doing.

“So fucking tight.”

He adds a second finger, scissoring them to stretchme wide. I try to hold off the orgasm that quickly builds, but as soon as he puts his mouth on me, sucking my clit between his lips, I climax within seconds.It’s a quick explosion of rapture, one that takes me by surprise but leaves me hungry for more.

“So beautiful,” Tristan says when I’m nothing more than a twitching mess.

“Want to play, baby girl?”

My eyes find Hendrix, and my insides tingle with excitement when I see the long, red silken sash dangling from his fingers. The second present he was hiding behind his back.

I nod enthusiastically.

“I fucking love how eager you are to be corrupted. On your knees, firefly. Submissive position.”

Finally able to speak, I reply, “I’m not calling you sir.”

Grinning wickedly, he coils the sash around his hand and pulls the end taut. “Never say never.”

Tristan nuzzles my neck. “No matter what, if there’s something you don’t want or are unsure of, you say stop.”

I love how protective they are of me, but I’m not fragile.

“I won’t break, but I sure as hell want you to try.”

“God, I love you.” Bunching my hair in his fist, Tristan wrests my head back and kisses me until my legs deliquesce, and I sink to the pillowtop mattress.

As I kneel on the bed, Hendrix tips my chin up, his blue eyes sparking with feral desire. He shows me the red strip of silk before covering my eyes with it.

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