He knows I’m an ass man.
“That’s right. He couldn’t have your heart if he wanted it, ‘cause it’s already mine, ain’t it, baby?” he murmurs, squeezing those cheeks, his hands disappearing between her legs.
Chloe’s moan has me straining against my slacks. “Yes.”
He meets my eyes briefly, giving a small nod before he looks back to her, so I begin unbuttoning my shirt.
“Good girl.” He stands to his full height, towering over her small frame. “Now, ask him what he wants... and give it to him. Show him what my baby can do.”
My groin heats.
Chloe’s head snaps over her shoulder, her eyes officially starting the fucking we’re about to do. “No holding back, no issues later?” she asks Mac while trailing the tattoos on my arms and chest with her greedy gaze.
Mac spins her body to face me as he stands behind her, and slowly he tugs her dress up and over her head, letting it fall beside them. “Tomorrow, you’re mine, but tonight? You’re ours.” Having been unclasped already, he slides her bra down her arms.
Full, heavy tits jiggle before me, nipples hard as rocks and begging to be sucked on.
“And look at him, Chloe,” he whispers. “Tonight, he’s yours, too.”
She visibly shudders where she stands, her eyes growing more hooded the longer she stares.
“Come here,” I instruct her.
She doesn’t hesitate.
In nothing but her underwear and six-inch heels only she’d think to wear to a cabin in the woods, she makes her way to me.
With a single finger under her chin, I tip her head back.
I allow my warm b
reath to cascade across her mouth, bringing my lips only inches from hers.
Her chest rises with her deep inhales and she pauses.
“We’re gonna fuck you, Chloe,” I whisper and her body trembles where she stands. “I hope you’re ready, ‘cause they’ll be no sleep for you tonight.”
I press my lips to hers.
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Chloe gasps against my mouth, so I take advantage of the opening and slide my tongue inside, teasing her with a taste only to deny her of any more.
“Such a pretty mouth,” I murmur. “Show me what it can do.”
She licks her lips, her eyes sliding to Mac when he’s suddenly beside us, setting a pillow on the floor. He stays on his knees, lacing their fingers together as she drops to hers.
Mac shuffles so he’s behind her, placing one leg over hers so he can press against her back. “Should we take the shoes off or leave them on?” He runs his hand along her legs.
“On. Could be fun later.” I tip my chin to her. “Take my belt off.”
Her hands come up, but she takes her time feeling my lower stomach, leaning in to press her lips against my skin as she pulls the thick leather from around my body and tosses it to the side.
Mac peels his tux jacket off behind her, letting it fall, and starts working on his shirt next.
I kick off my shoes, pushing them to the side.