The Satin Sash

“You all right, Heath?” Grey asked after a moment.

“Dandy.You’re the best I’ve had, Grey.”

Grey released a quiet chuckle and began to massage her scalp with one hand and slide a sponge between her breasts with the other. She fitted her back to his front, tucking the back of her head under his chin with a dreamy sigh. “What are you doing?”

He lifted one leg and gently lathered her calves, the soft skin on the back of her knees.“Washing you diligently.” He was thorough, soaping every inch of that extended leg, dipping the sponge into the water to clean her inner thigh.“Can you get the toes for me, Heath?”

“I’m on it.” Heath propped her toes on his chest and traced the arch of her foot with his thumb, causing a tingle up her leg. He lathered his fingers and stroked in between each toe, the gentle pressure of his fingers relaxing her.

Even as she floated limply under their ministrations, heat pooled between her legs in such a way that she thought the water smelled more of her scent than shampoo and soap.

“Grey . . .”

He had leaned back in the tub and was absently stroking her stomach. “Hmm.”

“I want us not to get dressed. I want us to touch each other all afternoon and all night, and I want to come a thousand times.”

He chuckled, a lazy hand coming up to fondle a breast.“We can arrange that.”

“And I want you and Heath to play with each other.”

Heath’s smile was crooked.“Are we little toys for your pleasure?”

Grey followed a drop of water up her temple with his tongue, lapped it up, and under the water, he cradled her pussy in his hand. “Heath and I want to play with you.”

Her lips curved at the deliciously decadent thought. She pushed her pussy into his hand. “I can arrange that, too.”

After a silence, Grey ran a finger up the curve of her hips. “I used to play with airplanes in my bath when I was little. They couldn’t withstand the thunderstorm of the showerhead, and they’d crash and burn and sink deep into the ocean.”

She smiled.“So that’s what it takes to wreck your plane? A little rain?”

“Not the Citation X.”

She laughed, curling her arms around herself while her toes played with Heath’s stomach under the water. “I used to wash my dolls, and they’d squeak for weeks. Mom hated that.”

Toni waited for Heath to offer a story. He lifted one brow when he seemed to realize she expected one; then his other brow rose. “I didn’t have a tub. But if I’d had one, I’d have played with my wang.”

She splashed water into his face. “Heath!”

He laughed and wiped his face with one hand, then let his head drop. He propped her legs up on his chest, caressing the arches of her feet with his thumbs.

Her mind flickered with naughty images of licking their cocks together. She had images of Grey’s mouth being filled with Heath’s sex. She had vivid thoughts of Grey bending over, his face twisted as he was penetrated by Heath. She sighed. “I’m so horny.”

Grey’s fingers spread across the inside of her thighs. “So am I.”

“There’s not even an order that covers all the things I want to do between us.” She felt frantic, sick with need to have more sex with them, push their limits, push her own. She ought to be concerned, but shamefully, she wasn’t.

“Let’s get you dry first—and you can tell us about it in bed.”

Minutes later, she lay bare- assed, stomach down on the bed while the men dried themselves.When the phone rang,Toni dove across the pillows to snatch it up.

“Hi,Toni. May I speak to Grey?”

“Hey, Louisa. I thought he wasn’t working this weekend.” Quickly she noted it was five p.m. in Los Cabos, and much later in Chicago.

“It’s sort of an emergency. The Dallas construction has been halted, and we can’t find Mr. Solis.”

Toni held the phone up and away from her ear. “The Dallas construction has been halted, and they can’t find Heath.” Grey snatched it up with a none-too-pleasant frown.“Grey.”After listening, he gave a long put-out sigh.“We sent a message that Heathcliff wasn’t making it to Dallas until after Canada, and that’s next week. Send Parsons to look into it.”