“Okay, here we go.” He clears his throat and begins to read.

“Lean into me,” Gage told her, and she did as she was told. It didn’t take a rocket scientist—or someone who had done this before—to know what they were getting ready to do. Had she not been on the verge of begging them to fuck her into oblivion, she might’ve been worried.

Kaleb’s warm mouth trailed kisses down her spine as she continued to impale herself on Gage’s cock. She couldn’t quicken her pace because both men were controlling her movements, and she was beginning to get frustrated. Then, just when she was about to tell them to get on with it, something cool slid down the crack of her ass, followed by a warm finger.

“Interesting,” Matt mumbles. He tosses me a curious look and settles down deeper into the bed to keep reading. His voice is deep, and the sound of him reading the erotic images is turning me on.

Big-time.

Kaleb’s big hand pressed down on her back, flattening her against Gage and holding her still. She was filled entirely with Gage’s iron hard erection, and Kaleb was teasing her anus with a gel slicked finger.

“Oh!” Damn, it felt good. “More.” Zoey wondered if she’d ever be able to look at either of them again after this. They’d turned her into a wanton slut in just the last hour, proven by her begging.

When Kaleb’s finger slid into her, Zoey tensed momentarily, her body instinctively trying to force out the intrusion.

“Relax for me, baby,” Kaleb said, his mouth shockingly close to her ear. “Let me fuck your beautiful ass, Zoey.”

Matt clears his throat again and lowers the tablet to his side, watching me carefully. “Does this turn you on?”

“It’s hot,” I reply. Fuck, yes, it turns me on!

“Is a threesome something you’re interested in?” His eyes are hot, watching me intently, and I wrinkle my forehead as I think of my answer.

“I think it’s something that most women fantasize about, wonder what it would feel like. Having two men focus entirely on her pleasure.” I shrug and blush. “But I’m way too shy for that.”

He sets the tablet on the bedside table and rolls toward me, facing me but not touching me.

“There are other ways to feel what it would be like to have sex with two men at once.”

I frown in confusion.

“Let me make this clear right now, little one.” He cups my cheek in one palm and holds me in his intense gaze. “I will never share you. The thought of someone else touching you doesn’t sit well with me, and I’m not interested in watching you with someone else. That isn’t my kink, and I won’t allow it.”

He drags his fingertips down my cheek and over my neck then cups my breast in his palm, making my legs squirm against the dull ache that has settled between them. “But, I can use toys, or even my own fingers, to give you the same full feeling.”

My eyes widen on his. Is he serious?

“Have you ever had anal sex, Nic?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Are you interested?”

“Tonight?” I squeak.

“No.” He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “No sex tonight. I’m enjoying just being with you. Holding you. But it’s something we can explore if you want. I would love to push your boundaries a bit, help you learn more about yourself.”

As I process his words, I’m shocked to discover that the possibility of exploring the kinkier side of sex doesn’t scare me in the least. It excites me, especially knowing that it’s Matt who will be with me every step of the way.

“I’d like that,” I reply softly.

“Do you remember when I told you that I’m a member of a club?” he asks quietly.

I nod, wary of where he’s taking this conversation.

“I’d like to take you there this weekend.”

I swallow hard, watching his face. He’s waiting patiently, watching me, his big hand petting me soothingly.

“Why?” I whisper.

“Because I want to share that part of my life with you, Nic.” He frowns and glances up as though he’s trying to gather his thoughts. “I can show you things that will excite you. Some might scare you. Turn you on. You don’t have to be interested in all of it. In fact”—he grins wolfishly—“you might not like most of it. But some of it might interest you. I’d love to show it to you.”

“Is it like the erotic festival where we met?” I ask.

“Not really. It’s easier to show you than try to describe it to you. But I guarantee you this”—he pulls me closer, wraps his arms around me and nuzzles my nose with his own—“if you are uncomfortable at all, all you have to do is say so and I’ll take you out of there. I’ll be right beside you every second. I promise you’ll be perfectly safe.”

“I always feel safe with you,” I reply honestly. “What would I wear?”

“The outfit you wore to the festival is perfect. Is that a yes?”

“Yes, I’ll go with you.”

He kisses me deeply, but before I can lean in and take it further, he pulls back, picks up the tablet and continues with the story.

She couldn’t verbally respond because her breath was locked in her chest…

Chapter Nine

What am I doing here?

Matt parks the car, cuts the engine and takes my hand in his, laces our fingers and pulls in a deep breath while watching me closely.

“Look at me.”

I bite my lip and find his bright blue eyes with my own.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I’m about to dive into a shark tank.”

He laughs in surprise and smiles warmly at me. “Well, at least you’re honest.” He kisses my knuckles tenderly. “What are you scared of?”

I shrug and look out the window toward the seemingly harmless house to my right. It’s a large house, but other than being big, it looks fairly normal. It’s set back in the trees, away from nearby neighbors. There are about a dozen cars parked in a small lot to the left of the building, ranging from expensive Mercedes to simple Toyotas. For all anyone would know, a Tupperware party could be going on inside.

If only.

“I won’t ask you again.” His voice has hardened in warning, and it makes my stomach clench in warmth.

Jesus, I enjoy riling the man up.

“I’m not sure,” I reply softly. “Maybe I’m just nervous because I don’t know what to expect.”