Page 101 of The Sun & Her Burn

New and addictive.

Only there was no space for me between them, not really.

I couldn’t dance with them at a club, go to dinners with them in the city, or attend award shows and premiers with them. I was the plus two, the addition that didn’t make sense and didn’tfit into the carefully constructed world Hollywood made people subscribe to.

I closed my eyes under the pretense of recovering and wondered if I would ever stop falling for dream that had no basis in reality.

20

LINNEA

“We aren’t finished here.” Adam’s voice was a collar around my throat, the leash in his firm hand along with one that tied me to Sebastian.

It was utterly erotic, putting myself in his hands, watching the way he wrote the script for our play. I had known being with them would be incendiary, but I couldn’t have prepared for the heat of its reality.

Sucking off Sebastian while Adam conducted us was officially the hottest thing I had ever done.

And it wasn’t over yet.

It had been a risk to lure them into Sinclair’s office and hide from Seb. To send the text message to Adam.

Linnea: Sebastian think he is alone and waiting for you in the office. Now is the time to take what you want if you’re brave enough. Show me, Adam. I’m curious.

Yet it had paid off so beautifully.

Seeing them together, the tension, the joy that transcended the corporeal and shone from their souls as they finally came together again. It felt profound to witness it. Old love and battle scars soothed by lust and a new, burgeoning friendship.

Knowing I had helped to facilitate that was a reward.

“I think Linnea deserves a reward for her efforts,” Adam declared, and I almost laughed with how the words were along the lines of my thoughts but perverted.

Sebastian stared down at us with hungry eyes even though he should have been satiated by the brutal orgasm that had left my breasts dripping in his cum.

“Help me clean her up,” Adam said, the word low and smooth as whiskey and just as heady.

Sebastian dropped to his knees immediately, hauling me almost into his lap as he started to lick his cum from my skin. I shivered at the intimacy of it, clutching his hair in one hand to hold him tight as laved my sensitive nipples.

“Don’t be greedy,” Adam admonished, coming closer and sitting on his own heels beside Sebastian before maneuvering me easily to straddle each of their thighs, sitting me between them. “You know I love the taste of you.”

We both watched as Adam traced a path of seed up the inner curve of my breast and then clasped Seb around the side of the neck to pull him close for a kiss. They shared the cum as I had with Adam. One dark, the other light, both tall, well-built man eating ravenously from each other’s mouths.

Nothing had ever been so scintillating.

I pouted when they finally broke apart. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Sebastian laughed, a happy, almost dopey grin on his face, but Adam only shook his head at me in mock indulgence before bending to suck at my nipple.

“Ah,” I gasped as Sebastian bent to the other to do the same.

Their heads were at my breasts, clever tongues working was almost enough to take the pulsing beat between my legs over the edge. I had always had sensitive nipples, but the keenness of this pleasure shocked me.

Then again, most women would orgasm having Sebastian Lombardi and Adam Meyers play with their breasts so reverently.

But it wasn’t about that.

Their celebrity, their personas, or their pasts.

We were just three people connecting in the most primal way, and I didn’t let any thoughts encroach beyond that because there was too much acting against us.