Page 119 of Forgotten Promise

Kailani eyed him, wondering why John was apologizing for Benjamin. “I want you to know that there’s no way in hell I’d have been willing to…play…with him. I wouldn’t have agreed to being plugged in a public place for him.”

“He’s the one who suggested it,” John said mildly.

“But you were there. You…you’re why I agreed to it.”

John inclined his head as he walked up behind her, their gazes connected in the mirror. “Then how about I take the plug out?”

Kailani nodded, her body once more, heavy with need.

John kissed her bare shoulder, a tender touch, but then his words were a hard command. “Bend over the sink.”

Kailani bent, sighing in pleasure as he raised her skirt. She kept her head up, watching him in the mirror as John examined her exposed ass before gripping the base of the plug. She moaned as he tugged, the feel of it sliding out a sweet, dark pleasure. The smooth glass rubbed the sensitive nerve endings in her anus as he removed it, before placing it in the sink.

“I think you’re done with this, don’t you?” John slid the thong down and off.

Kailani stepped out of it and started to straighten, but John put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“You’re wet. I’m guessing close to coming.”

“Yes.”

“Is that making it too easy on him?” A small smile played over John’s mouth.

“If I say yes, will you…help me?”

“Definitely.” Rather than bend her over the bathroom vanity again, John helped her straighten, and then pulled her back against his chest. Together they watched in the mirror as John pulled up her long skirt, his hand disappearing under the fabric.

“Spread your legs,” John whispered in her ear, and Kailani obeyed, stepping wide to give him space to work.

Then his fingers were on, in, her pussy. One thrusting up into her, the heel of his hand tight against her clit. He fucked her with his finger, a small movement using only that finger while his palm worked in small circles against her clit.

It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted to be filled with not just his cock but Benjamin’s too. Yet she was so on edge, so needy, that in less than two minutes he had her coming, one of her hands fastened around his wrist, the other reaching up and back, tangled in John’s hair.

She panted through the pleasure, but when it was done, instead of release and relief, she just wanted more.

John kissed her shoulder, dropping her skirts. He studied her face in the mirror, then looked at the jeweled hair clip that was holding back her hair.

“Flower behind the left ear?” he asked.

“Means taken.”

John frowned, then nodded once and released her. When they opened the bathroom door, Benjamin was there. He’d stripped down to his pants and shirt, the jacket, bow tie, shoes, and socks already gone.

He raised a brow. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Kailani should have been mellow from pleasure, but his tone—smugly amused—made her stiffen.

“Listening in? Pervert.”

Benjamin’s gaze raked her up and down. “Say you don’t want me to fuck you. Say it, and mean it, and I’ll walk away.”

“I don’t want you to fuck me,” she purred.

Benjamin’s brow rose. “Say you don’t want me to fuck you…in front of John.”

Kailani’s throat worked. Damn him.

“Come on,” Benjamin taunted. “Say it and mean it.”

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