Page 253 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

MEL

T here’s a voice inside my head that keeps telling me this is a terrible idea.

But when Rob looks at me with a glint in his eyes and asks if I’m ready for more, I tamp down that sensible voice with ruthless determination.

Tonight isn’t about reality; there’s time enough for that tomorrow. Tonight is about magical possibilities, and tonight is about impossible dreams.

Like the ones unfolding in this room.

Rob lifts me back to my feet. Giving me a crooked smile, he unbuttons his shirt.

Each button reveals a little more of his muscular chest, and I stare openly as his washboard abs come into view.

Holy shit, Rob is sculpted. His muscles are taut and defined.

I guessed he was in good shape, but good tailoring can conceal any number of sins.

Not here, though. Rob could be on the cover of a magazine.

Try not to drool, Mel.

My mouth has fallen open. I close it hastily.

West smothers a chuckle as he takes off his jacket and slings it on the back of the couch. “Like what you see?”

I give him a bold once-over. “I can’t tell,” I retort. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Cheeky. You want to be spanked again, is that what you’re saying?”

My mouth goes dry with anticipation. He already spanked me once, and it turned me on more than I would have thought possible.

I think about him spanking me again, and every nerve in my body lights up in anticipation.

Would he pull me over his knee? Or would he tie me up to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and hit me with a riding crop?

“Maybe,” I whisper. “Are you going to?”

He gives me a close-lipped smile. “We’ll see,” he says enigmatically. He undoes his cuffs and steps closer. “You think I’m wearing too many clothes? Take off my shirt.”

My hands are trembling again. I slowly undo each button with shaky fingers. West doesn’t help; he just stands there. Watching me. I’m undressing him, but it feels like it’s my defenses that are being slowly stripped.

I finish unbuttoning his shirt, and he shrugs it off his shoulders and tosses it aside. I drink him in. West is broader than Rob, who is built like a runner, lean and sculpted. West looks more like a swimmer. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, muscles everywhere.

“Like what you see?”

My face heats. Once again, I’m staring openly, and once again, West has caught me looking. I’m so embarrassed I can’t speak.

“What’s the matter?” West crooks a finger under my rope bra and tugs me closer. He presses his lips to mine, kissing me with heat and passion. “Cat got your tongue?” He moves to my earlobe, biting it gently, sending lust raging through my blood.

“Mmm.” My voice comes out breathless, and my heart races. This is getting serious. Rob and West are shirtless, watching me, drinking me in. I can feel the heat of their lust like a physical touch.

Soon, we’ll all get naked. Soon, there will be sex. Actual, penis-in-vagina sex.

And they won’t know it’s me.

That stings far more than it should.

I thought what I felt for West and Rob was simply lust. I thought this could be about casual sex. I thought–hoped—that one night would be enough. I could walk away from this experience unscathed.

But the longer I spend with them, the more doubts I have about the wisdom of what I’m doing.

West kisses me one last time and then takes a step back. His thumb grazes one swollen nipple. “Is this getting uncomfortable?”

The contact sends my attention careening back to him. A shiver of desire races down my back. “No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” His gaze rakes over me, slow and thorough. “Take off your skirt.”

Anticipation clashes with nerves. I hesitate for a split second. West quirks an eyebrow in my direction. “Do you want to use your safe word, kitty cat?” he asks evenly.

It’s not them I’m afraid of. It’s the consequences of this insane plan I’ve set into motion. “No, Sir.”

“In that case,” he says, his voice tightening with displeasure, “What are you waiting for?”

A valid question. I pull the zipper down, and the silk fabric falls to the floor. I step out of it, belatedly remembering to pick it up. Cat will kill me if I damage it. I fold the skirt with shaking fingers and set it beside my corset.

And now I’m in a skimpy thong and nothing else.

West circles me. Heat blazes in his eyes, but when he speaks, his voice is even. “What should we do with you now, I wonder?” He ponders me for a long instant and retrieves one of the sturdy wooden chairs, positioning it in front of the couch. “Sit down,” he orders.

The chair is classically styled with heavy armrests and a straight back.

There’s a mirror behind the couch. Clever West. The only way I can avoid my reflection is by keeping my eyes closed.

Somehow, I doubt that West and Rob will allow that. The placement of the chair is hardly an accident.

I perch on the edge of the seat, crossing my ankles, more out of habit than modesty. I fold my hands on my lap. My fingers twitch, and I want to fiddle with my nails. It takes a surprising amount of willpower to stop myself from fidgeting.

“Sit back in the chair,” West instructs. “Bring your knees up toward your chest.”

I spread my legs and bend my knees so my high heels rest on the wooden seat.

Cool air caresses my overheated pussy. I’m displayed for them, spread open, bared to their gazes.

My cheeks grow heated. The gusset of my panties is soaked.

In this position, it’s impossible to hide the evidence of my arousal from them.

I start to squirm.

West’s voice cracks like a whip. “Stay still.”

I freeze, reflexively responding to his command.

Rob takes a seat on the loveseat to my left. His eyes sweep over me, taking in my bound breasts, my swollen pussy, barely covered by my panties, and my curled toes. His gaze is a brushstroke, painting heat and desire where it lingers. Anticipation builds inside me again.

They want me. Their bulging erections serve as a testament to their arousal, the same way my soaked panties do. Whatever other lies I’ve told throughout this evening and whatever other disguises I’ve worn, this is the truth I can’t conceal.

I want to taste them. I want them to taste me, to devour me. To feast on the heat building inside of me. I want to scream my need out loud.

West’s voice snaps me back to the present. “Tell me what you want, kitty cat.”

My mind is reeling from the millions of sensations going off in my body.

I don't know if I can tell him what I want; I don't know if I can form the words.

My lips are parted, panting, but no sound emerges from them.

I need to answer. I must answer. My thinking mind is a faint echo, buried under the lust of my primal desires.

Tell him, Mel. Tell them both.

“I want you to eat me out.”

West smiles, a ray of sunlight breaking through stormy clouds. “What a fantastic idea,” he says, sinking to his knees in front of me. “Keep your hands on your knees. I want your eyes open. Watch yourself, kitty cat.”

Weston Fontaine is kneeling in front of me.

He’s reaching forward and moving my panties to one side.

My heart beats a little faster. My breath comes quicker in anticipation of his touch.

Then his mouth collides with my pussy.

I arch back further than I thought possible. I’m practically pushing myself into his face, and I’m past the point of caring. Looking past West, I can see Rob watching us. His erect penis strains against his trousers. I can feel his desire radiating toward me.

They want me. They want me. The words keep repeating in my head like some unrelenting chant of disbelief.

West’s tongue sweeps a long, slow path up my slit. He flicks my clit once, twice, and then backs away. He turns his head, his lips trailing kisses along my thighs.

My boss licks my pussy. My other boss watches. Oh fuck me, this is so wrong. So forbidden. So wanton. If I’d stayed that night in Paris, was this where we’d have ended up?

They don’t know who you are, Mel. You’re a mysterious stranger.

That thought is like a bucket of cold water. My ardor cools momentarily, but then West swirls his tongue over my clit, and I’m lost again. Holding Rob’s gaze, I whimper for more.

Rob’s lips curve upward. He unzips his trousers and frees his thick cock. He stays where he is and lazily wraps a fist around his erection. A drop of precum glistens at the tip. His abs ripple, and his stomach tightens as he strokes himself.

Hot arousal engulfs me.

I want to grab West’s head and push his delicious tongue into my soaking pussy. Does he know? Can he tell how tightly wound I am by how much I’m shaking?

West shoves two fingers into me. “Fuck, yes,” he growls, his voice vibrating against my core. “Oh fuck, yes.”

His tongue dances over my clit. Pleasure shoots through my body. Rob’s touching himself. West’s making me come. My insides tighten. My muscles quiver and clench, and pressure builds through my body.

My body vibrates from head to toe. I can't hold it back. I spasm hard and explode into West’s plundering mouth.

Everything goes hazy.