Page 27 of The Naughty Week

“I think she wants some extra chocolate dip, don’t you?”

“Hmm… she’s welcome to some.”

“Go on, give it to her. Give it to your dirty curva.”

Heath hitches himself onto the table, so close I can see him spread his ass. His fingers are already messy with chocolate when he slides three into his asshole.

Josh works my clit, slow and steady.

“Give her that yummy chocolate,” Josh says, and his voice is laced with filth.

Josh wants it as much as I do. He wants to see me suck on Heath’s filthy fingers, straight from his asshole.

Heath gets down from the table before he presents his filthy fingers to my open mouth. He runs them around my lips, smiling at me.

“Let’s go real deep,” he says, and drives his fingers deep, curving into my throat, and pinches my nose with his free hand as he does it.

He fucks my throat with his dirty fingers, and I can’t stop choking. I can’t breathe if I don’t.

“Suck,” he says. “Suck like a good girl.”

I suck him like a good girl, with my nose still pinched.

I clean Heath Mason’s filthy fingers like they are the most delicious delicacy in the world.

And I come against my boyfriend’s fingers as I do it.

“That was everything I hoped it would be and more,” Heath says as he helps me down from the table. “And once again, look at the mess we’ve made. Always so filthy with our playtime.”

He’s not wrong. The table is a mess and so am I.

“It was amazing,” I say.

“Ditto that,” Josh says and I’m pulled into a group hug that feels so damn good.

Ifeel so damn good.

And I feel even better than good when my guys lead me to the shower and the pair of them lather me up, and it feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven, my two gorgeous gods, pampering me.

I don’t want this holiday to end.

CHAPTEREIGHT

“Let’s at least have breakfast first, Ella,” Heath says, as I follow him and Josh through to the kitchen, but I’m not interested in pancakes and blueberries right now.

All I want is Nighttime Whispers.

Heath’s bed may well be the most comfortable in the world – me cosy, alongside the two men dreams are made of – but I could hardly sleep a wink last night. I’m so excited for my reward.

“How many episodes can I watch?” I ask, picturing myself in Heath’s cinema room with a load of popcorn and the lead performer beside me. It’s going to be so amazing, it’s insane.

“As many as you want to watch. I have the full collection, and some outtakes.”

I groan as he takes out the pancake pan.

“Now you’re just tormenting me! I’ll want to watch them all. Every single one.”

“I’m not tormenting you. You can binge watch, that’s fine with me. Just so long as you’re ready for the next proposal this evening.”