The woman glanced at Logan. “Is she shy?”
I snorted. “Only with strangers.”
“Oh, shit.” Evie’s shoulders shuddered when Tracy latched her lips on Evie’s neck. Hands moved under the neckline of her dress.
Dominic gripped my knee and tugged, drawing my focus to him. His dark, seductive look made my breath hitch. Lust hung heavy in the air, choked my lungs, and I was snared in his gaze.
“Get the fuck over here. You’re too far away,” he said in his rough, deep voice.
Too far away for him to undoubtedly torture me, but I went to him anyway, eager. I scrambled to sit sideways in his lap. His hold tangled in my hair and yanked me down into his kiss while his other hand slid up my leg, diving beneath my skirt.
Fuck yes.
I could hear movement on the couch that sounded as if Logan was doing up his pants. Did he have blue balls, aching to be inside his fiancé? Because I could fucking relate. Whatever the female equivalent of that was, I had it. I needed Dominic. Somehow the restraint Evie had placed on Logan had an effect on me. It was like how denial instantly intensifies a craving.
Dominic feathered the lightest touch over my panties, but it was a bolt of static electricity on my sensitized skin.
“Yes,” I whispered. “More.”
His lips hovered by the shell of my ear. “Where?” His fingers brushed again. “Here?”
“Yes,” I hissed. I gripped his forearm and squeezed. I both hated and loved his teasing.
“But you didn’t say please, Payton.”
“Fuck.” I squirmed to try to get his fingers against me. I was soaking through the lace, and now I wished he hadn’t given me permission to wear the underwear. The barrier between us needed to go, but Dominic held me firm.
Logan’s voice cut through the fog, spoken with pride. “Naughty girl.”
Holy shit. Evie had a hand on Tracy’s tits, and her big, blue eyes stared up at the naked woman writhing in her lap. There was a tiny, unexpected spark of jealousy at this, which was ridiculous. I was the last woman Evie had been with. She and Logan hadn’t invited anyone else to play after me, or so she said. I loved my best friend, but not in that way, and I’d gone on to play with other women, so wasn’t I a fucking hypocrite?
“Is this okay?” she whispered to Logan.
His hand pushed down his erection, adjusting in his seat. “Are you serious? It’s so fucking hot.” He leaned in and swallowed her moan as he kissed her.
Dominic pressed a finger right to my clit, and I jolted. “Eyes on me, devil woman.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’d meant it to sound sarcastic, but this ma
n made me fall apart. His expression was full of power and control as he stroked me. His fingers toyed with the seam, mocking that he’d move the fabric to the side and really touch me.
Speaking of mocking . . .
“Did you need something?” Evie said. I didn’t dare take my eyes off Dominic, but I could hear the confidence in her voice. “You look like you need something.”
“I’m fine, Evie.” It would have been more believable if Logan’s voice hadn’t sounded uneven. “But watching you suck on her tits has me so fucking hard.”
“What? I haven’t done that.”
“You’re about to.”
Evie blew out a breath. It was quiet, and then Tracy’s low moan rang out. I wanted to watch what was happening. I was turned away to face Dominic, but he could see it all, and since I was in his lap, I felt the subtle jerk of his cock against my thigh.
His gaze flicked up to meet mine, and an indecent smile crept over him. “Your friend’s licking the stripper’s tits.”
Why was I surprised that she’d done it? Obviously she didn’t have a problem with women, and Logan had basically told her to. The good girl loved following his commands. But I was thrilled, too. This had been strategic on Evie’s part, I was sure. She’d do what she could to win.
“And what about your friend? Does he look ready to break a rule?”