Page 99 of Falling for Them

I nod.

“How about here?”His finger travels down my throat, over the collar of my dress, to rest between my breasts.

“Yes,” I say.

He circles one of my nipples next.“Here?”

“Yes, everywhere, please.”

“So impatient,” he says.“But polite.I like that, little girl.”

The elevator chimes and the doors open.Kingston, still holding my hand, leads me from the elevator.I’m especially conscious of the cool air against my bare ass as I walk.I don’t know what Kingston did with my panties.Do I remember him putting them in his pocket?I hope he didn’t leave them in the car for his driver to find.That would be unspeakably embarrassing.

“You both look smug,” a deep, sensual voice says from the living room.“Did you get started on the way here?”

Sebastian’s reclining on one of the sofas, a couple bags of takeout next to him on the low coffee table, plates and silverware already set out.

“Seemed only fair, after you did that the night of the gala,” Kingston says in an easy voice.

His hazel eyes fastened on me, Sebastian stands up.He’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans.His tattoos draw my gaze to his muscular arms.I’d like an hour just to study the ink on his skin.I’d trace it with my fingertips, kiss my favorite images.

“Ella,” he says.“I’m so glad you’re here.”

He holds out his arms and Kingston releases me so I can go to Sebastian.He enfolds me in a hug that is at once comforting and arousing.My sensitive nipples press against him through our clothes and I can’t resist rubbing against him.

“Is anyone hungry for actual food?”Sebastian asks.

I shake my head.“The only thing I want in my mouth right now is your cock,” I say.

“Yep, okay, let’s do that,” he says with a laugh.“From now on, your safe word isred, okay, princess?I want you to be able to sass us a little without all the play stopping just because you say no.Does that work for you?”

I nod.“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.”He leads me back to Kingston and then hurriedly puts the takeout bags into the refrigerator.I watch him past Kingston’s arm, entranced by the way he moves.He knows this place like it’s his own home.It makes me wonder just how often he and Kingston entertain women together.

Entertain, ha.What a euphemism.What I mean isfuck.How often theyfuckwomen together.

I bet their usual playmates wear cute dresses and sexy shoes.I bet they have shining, perfect hair.They probably smell like expensive perfume instead of cleaning chemicals.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here.

“Ella,” Kingston says in a deep voice.“What are you thinking about?”

I force a smile.“Stupid shit.”

He tuts.“Language, baby girl.”

“Right.”I clear my throat and give him a sweet smile.“Stupid fucking shit.”

Sebastian laughs.“Someone wants a spanking.”

He’s not wrong, but I act as if I misunderstand him.“I can give you one if you want.”

He raises his eyebrows at me while Kingston tries to smother a laugh.

Sebastian saunters over to me.He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, no shoes, and his steps are silent on the hardwood floor.There’s no hurry to his movements.His eyes never leave mine.

Suddenly, I feel like prey.I back up into Kingston and try to bring one of his arms around me as protection.