Possessed by Passion (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 9)

“You still have that little red number, baby?” Dustin asked.

“I sure do.”

He grinned wickedly. “You look so cute in it. Wear that.”

Mick shook his head. “But I like her black mini, bro. She looks so sexy in that one.”

“Boys, why don’t you just let me surprise you.”

“Good idea, sweetheart.” Mick kissed her. “Besides, you look good in anything.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

The two outfits were laid out on the bed. Paris liked them both but each of her guys clearly favored one over the other, Mick preferring the black one and Dustin the red.

She held up the red halter to her chest and stared at her reflection in the mirror. It showed more cleavage than the black’s top, something both of them she was sure would enjoy. She grabbed up the black mini. How could she make this work together? “I’ve got it.” She went to her dresser and pulled out her sexiest red thong. The skirt was short enough that her guys would see the tiniest hint of red from it. Giggling, she ran to her closet and pulled out her black stilettos.

She dressed quickly.

When Paris looked in the mirror again, she was pleased with the ensemble she’d created for Mick and Dustin. Would they be pleased, too?

They were waiting for her in the living room.

Time to find out.

She grabbed her cell and clicked on “Fire it up.”

She opened the door and danced all the way down the hallway to her sexy Doms.

They jumped to their feet off the couch.

“Damn, woman.” Mick, wearing his black leathers, moved to her right. “You look blistering hot.”

Dustin, also in his Dom gear, stepped to her left. “Look how our little sub is trying to please us by combining her outfits.”

“Do you like, Sirs?” she asked softly.

Dustin pulled her in tight and planted one of the hottest kisses she’d ever had on her lips. “Damn right, I like.”

Mick grabbed her and pressed his lips to hers, making her toes curl. “Me, too, sweetheart. I love how you look. I can’t wait to show you off at the club.”

“She’s definitely going to turn heads,” Dustin said. “Nice song and dance, baby.”

Mick laughed. “I guess it’s officially our song now.”

“Fuck yeah, it is, brother.” Dustin’s eyes were filled with lusty heat. “Keep this up, sub, and we might not make it to the club tonight.”

“Please, Masters.” She gave them her best little pouty look. “I really want to go to Phase Four.”

Mick picked up his satchel, which she knew was filled with all kinds of sexual delights. “Let’s go.”

Dustin nodded, grabbing up his own leather bag.

They left, each holding one of her hands. By the time they walked into Phase Four, she was vibrating with excitement from head to toe.

Zac Gold, the owner of the club, greeted them. “Good to see you newlyweds. I upgraded your choice of room to the Bridal Suite. I hope you don’t mind.”

“You have a bridal suite here?” Mick’s eyebrows shot up. “I’ve never seen it.”