Page 40 of Dangerous Men

I glance over in time to see Ash’s face crumble.

“No!” I rush to assure him. “No, not at all, it’s just… earlier it was you who was kissing me, and…” I stumble with how to word it, feeling like an idiot. “I just want to understand what the dynamic here is. I don’t… I don’t understand what’s happening.”

I’m still not sure why it’smehere with them. Me. When they could have anyone. Either of them.

Alec’s other hand grips my arm, and he steps between my legs, pulling me forward until I’m sitting on the very edge of the counter.

“Did you like me kissing you, Sydney?” he asks. His voice has such a sexual purr to it I can’t help but wriggle, hearing it.

I nod slowly.

“Use your words,” he orders, fingers gripping my arm a little tighter. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I loved it,” I answer quickly.

The raw hunger in Alec’s eyes grows, a slow smile spreading on his face.

“I loved it too,” he admits. “And did you like it when Ash was touching you?”

I turn my head slightly to look over at Ash, but Alec captures my face in his hand, forcing my attention back on him.

“Ashton is a big boy,” Alec tells me, voice stern. “He can handle rejection. If you didn’t like it, you can tell me. But you need to be honest with us.”

I swallow.

“I liked it a lot,” I admit.

Alec nods, like that’s the answer he expected.

“Would you like it if he kissed you again? And this time I could be the one to touch you…” He lowers his voice, every word a dark delight. “You have no idea how much I want to touch you.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I want that. Please.”

Ash steps forward, and there’s another hand on my face as he tilts me away from Alec and leans down to capture my mouth again. This time I relax into the kiss, letting myself enjoy it. I moan softly, wanting so much more, but Ash takes his time with me, kissing me slowly, his lips a soft promise against mine for ages before his tongue slides into my mouth.

“You taste like scotch,” Ash teases, pulling away a fraction of an inch, his breath soft on my lips. “Did you finish our drinks, naughty girl?”

I gasp as Alec’s hand moves under the slit in my dress.

“Answer him, Sydney,” Alec orders, fingers teasing the skin of my thigh.

“Yes.” My voice comes out as a soft whimper.

“‘Yes,’ you finished our drinks?” Ash asks, hand drifting up to rub my nipple through the fabric of my dress. “Or ‘yes,’ you’re our naughty girl?”

Oh, God.

I can’t answer. I moan, writhing on the edge of the counter, wanting more.

“You like that?” Alec asks, as his hand curls over my bare thigh and squeezes tightly. “Because tonight you’re all ours, darling. Our naughty girl.”

His hand slips further up my dress, and he nudges my legs further apart to press against me, stealing my attention away from Ash to kiss me.

This time, it’s so completely natural to feel Ash’s hands roll over my body as Alec kisses me. I moan into Alec’s mouth, pressing against him. Absently, I hear the slow pull of a zipper coming undone and realize it’s my dress. Cool air touches my back as Ash eases the dress off my shoulders. Without missing a beat, his tongue still dancing with mine, Alec lifts me, pulling my dress down past my hips and letting it fall to the floor.

“Spread your legs for me, darling,” Alec murmurs against my lips. Then he’s trailing hot kisses down my neck and even further. Down my chest and stomach…

And dropping gracefully to his knees before me, hands on my thighs, spreading me open.