Page 43 of Dangerous Men

“My fucking pleasure,” Alec growls, moving his hand. He lowers his head down, sucking at her clit, and Sydney bows off the bed.

He adds the third finger slowly, tongue working her the entire time, until it’s buried in that tight pussy. Both she and I are gasping for breath, right on the verge of breaking.

“You’re going to come for us now,” Ashton is telling her, fingers toying with her nipples. “You’re going to come all over Alec’s hand and tongue, and you’re going to imagine that’s his cock buried in you. Can you do that for us?”

Alec’s hand is working fast, fingers blurring as they fuck in and out of her tight little hole. I’m barely hanging on, right on the edge, but I refuse to finish until she does. I need to see it, need to see our filthy girl break for them.

“Imagine it, naughty girl,” Ashton murmurs. “Let it go, and imagine being stretched out by him, filled with his hard?—”

Sydney is a screamer.

She arches off the bed with a gasping scream, body going rigid.

“That’s it. Fuck yes,” Ashton urges. “Give it to us. We want it all.”

Whatever he says next is lost to me as I join her, coming so hard my knees buckle, and I almost fall. I throw out my hand to catch myself, the two-way glass shuddering with the impact, but I’m too lost in my pleasure to care. I come hard, jets of it hitting against the glass, my eyes locked on Sydney as she comes apart.

18

SYDNEY

I rise to consciousness slowly,and the first thing I’m aware of is movement. The world is gliding around me, a gentle, familiar motion. I can hear the hum of an engine.

I’m in a car.

I stir, trying to sit up.

“Hey there, darling. Are you awake?”

I glance up to find Alec sitting next to me, my body nestled safely under his arm and my head resting on his chest. The last thing I can remember was falling asleep curled against him just like this, in the massive bed in his penthouse.

Nude.

I blink down at myself. Oh, thank God, I’m wearing clothing. Somehow, my dress and shoes are back on me, and I might believe that what happened was just a wonderful dream if it weren’t for the deliciously satisfied ache between my legs.

“I’m awake,” I tell Alec, rubbing my eyes and sitting up a little more. “Where are we going?”

“We’re taking you home.”

The words come from Ash. It’s not just Alec I’m nestled upnext to, I realize, turning to look. Ash is on my other side, smiling down at me, his huge hand resting on my thigh.

“I argued against it, for the record,” Ash tells me, grinning. “I wanted to keep you all night.”

Alec releases a long breath.

“She likes to get to work early,” he explains, giving my shoulder a soft squeeze as he says it. I don’t know how he knows that, but it’s true, and the idea that he knows me better than I thought makes me a little giddy. “And if I were to let you stay over, this bastard”—he directs that at Ash, who grins without a hint of shame—“was sure to keep you in bed tomorrow morning for as long as possible.”

“He’s right,” Ash agrees cheerfully.

“I thought you’d rather sleep in your own bed, above your shop,” Alec continues. “But...” He looks down at me, and the raw lust in his eyes leaves me a little breathless. “If I’m wrong, tell me now. We can turn the car around and go back.”

As tempting as that sounds… I shake my head. He’s right. I have my routine, and I’d like to keep it.

“Home it is,” Alec says, giving me another gentle squeeze with his hand. “And rest. It’s already late.”

“I’m so sorry for falling asleep,” I say, fighting back a yawn. “After...”

Ash just chuckles.