The Billionaires: The Stepbrothers (Lover's Triangle 3)

She pulled away … but still wanted more.

Her gaze landed on Sam, standing alongside the fireplace, watching them. The vibrant glow in his beautiful blue eyes spurred her on. She crossed to him, slid her palms up his chest to his shoulders. Then downward where she clutched his bulging biceps. He kissed her slowly, evocatively, their lips and tongues twisting and tangling. He palmed her ass and squeezed before pressing her firmly against him. She felt his erection and it thrilled her even more to know how quickly he responded to her. To the sight of Michael kissing her and the wicked promise of what was to come.

Behind her she smelled Michael’s distinct scent, and her excitement ratcheted as he moved in close and his lips skimmed along her neck. He nipped the skin as Sam continued his sensuous kisses. Already she was careening toward sensory overload. And they’d just started.…

Between kisses, Sam murmured, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Desire flared deep within her. She was really and truly going to get her wish. Her fantasy.

Michael stepped away. Sam scooped her into his strong arms and carried her upstairs with Michael hot on their heels.

Scarlet’s fingers raked through Sam’s lush hair and she nibbled on his earlobe. Then whispered, “Nothing’s off-limits as far as I’m concerned.”

“Careful about granting carte blanche, darlin’. Michael and I will take advantage of it.”

“I know what I’m doing. What I want.”

She’d spent the past two days preparing herself with her toys. She’d boldly asked her friends about double penetration, and both Jewel and Bayli swore by it. Just hearing them describe how amazing it was to have both of their men inside them at the same time had gotten Scarlet’s juices flowing.

They entered a room and Sam set her on her feet. Then he flipped the switch for the gas fireplace and sank into a chair next to it. Michael propped his shoulder against the doorframe and folded his arms over his chest.

Scarlet eyed one man, then the other. What were they up to?

The suspense drew out as they both stared at her. Taking her in from head to toe and back up. She wore a tight black tank dress with a caramel-colored leather jacket over it. Black thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels. Michael appeared transfixed by her legs. Sam’s gaze remained on her breasts.

Eventually, Michael spoke.

“Strip for us,” he quietly commanded.

Scarlet’s entire body went up in flames.

It was one thing to have Michael or Sam peel away her clothing. It was something altogether different to do it herself while they both watched. While they each knew the other was getting hotter and hotter with every layer removed.

Christ, she was getting hotter and hotter just thinking of it.

She gripped the lapels of her jacket and slid the leather slowly down her arms. Let the garment fall to the floor. Then she strolled to the end of the bed and kicked off one shoe. She planted her foot on the bench at the end of the mattress and rolled the top of her stocking along her thigh. She bent at the waist to continue rolling the nylon down her calf, knowing the short hem of her skirt had hitched up far enough to give her captive audience a glimpse of her G-string and bare ass cheeks.

Holding the position a few seconds longer sexually charged the air. Then she kicked off the other shoe and repeated the process. Lingering once more. Until Sam shifted in his seat, his crotch apparently too tight for comfort. Served him right.

She kept her gloating smile in check. Instead, she turned to face them and eased a thin strap over her shoulder, letting it slip to the crook of her arm. The other strap followed. She worked the material over her breasts, down her stomach, over her hips. It pooled on the hardwood floor and she flicked it away with her foot.

She stood before the men wearing nothing but her strapless bra in black satin, matching panties, and a diamond tennis bracelet.

“The bra first,” Sam instructed.

Scarlet reached behind her and unhooked the clasp. Tossed the lingerie aside.

“Now the panties,” Sam said. “Slowly. And bring them to me.”

Her pussy clenched. She should have known the men would turn this into a sexy game that stimulated her as much as it did them.

Crooking her thumbs in the strands at her sides, she dragged the satin downward. When she reached her knees, she bent at the waist again. Stepped out of the G-string. Took her time straightening, her gaze first landing on Michael, then sliding to Sam.

She walked over to him, crisscrossing one leg in front of the other with her gradual progression. Sam’s eyes were glued to her. When she reached him, she dropped the panties in his lap.

“Per your request.” She smiled slyly.

He rubbed the scant material between his finger and thumb and his irises darkened with lust. “You’re wet.” He lifted the lingerie to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.”