Page 118 of Forgotten Promise

“If I remember correctly, John’s first…service…was you on your knees.” Benjamin tucked his hands into his pockets, casual and elegant. “We could take care of that here.” He gestured to the empty room.

“No,” John said. “I want us near a bed.”

Benjamin inclined his head.

John released her waist, offering his arm. “May I escort you?”

Benjamin passed back her forgotten glass of champagne. Kailani finished it in one long swallow then nodded, and, arm-in-arm with John, walked out into the casino, the plug shifting with each step.

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By the time they’d walked back to the hotel and reached the suite, Kailani was frantic with need. The well-lubed plug had come perilously close to slipping out several times. At her frantic whispers, Benjamin had tucked in close behind her, pressing the base of the plug to shove it back into place as his and John’s bodies hid what was happening.

Worry about the damn toy in her ass had muted some of her arousal, but when Benjamin opened the suite door, gesturing for them to precede him, desire roared back full force.

Before the door had fully closed, Kailani pressed John against the closest wall and kissed him. She felt him smile against her lips, and she wanted to growl at him. But then his lips parted, his tongue touched hers, and all she could think about was what would come next. Him naked. Her naked. Benjamin naked.

It was Benjamin who pulled her away from John. His arms banded across her middle, imprisoning her.

“Our wife is feeling needy,” Benjamin said.

The word wife made her heart leap even as her pussy pulsed, even as Kailani tensed, worried how John would react to the word.

“Shall we give her what she needs?” Benjamin grabbed Kailani’s hair, forcing her to arch back, as if he were offering her to John.

Please, please, Kailani thought. Please, John.

John had a strange expression on his face. Then he shook his head. “No. I want what those chips earned me.”

“You want to watch me fuck Benjamin.” Kailani would have preferred both of them.

The “wife” comment had been too much. He still wasn’t there yet. Hopefully they hadn’t ruined the momentum. She was worried about fucking Benjamin, about it being just the two of them after John’s comments about how all they needed was a therapist.

Maybe she could convince John to join in once they were naked.

“Yes,” John said. “But I don’t just want you two to fuck. I want to see what it’s like, when it’s just the two of you.”

Benjamin’s arms dropped from around her waist, releasing her own arms.

Kailani wanted to ask John why. Wanted to beg him to come to bed with them. This situation felt so dangerous.

“Plug in or plug out?” Benjamin asked.

John pursed his lips but walked away. They followed him through the suite into a large bedroom, the bed massive and inviting. John turned. “Let’s say the two of you met up here, in Monte Carlo, and decided to sleep together. How would that have gone down?”

“It wouldn’t,” Benjamin said simply. “Kailani would have thrown a fit—”

“Fuck you,” she yelped, stung by Benjamin’s words.

Benjamin grimaced. “I didn’t mean it like that. You wouldn’t have stayed in a room with me long enough for us to get to the point of a possible hate fuck.”

“Is that what it would be?” John asked. “A hate fuck?”

Benjamin’s gaze slid down Kailani. She wanted to kiss him and slap him and kiss him again. John was wrong. Because she and Benjamin, as a duo, were no good. Not just because of their past but because of who they were now.

Kailani turned and stalked into the bathroom. To her surprise, John followed her in.

“He can be an ass,” he said.

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