Seduction (Bayfront Billionaires)

Her lips parted. His tongue pushed inside, twisting and tangling with hers.

A moan lodged in her throat. His insides sizzled.

He kissed her fervently as she clutched his biceps, shivers racing through her that he felt straight to the core of his being.

When he eventually, very reluctantly, pulled away, she stared up at him with wide eyes that were still a bit watery.

“This is what we were talking about the other night,” Jax explained. “The part that goes beyond musical inspiration to . . . arousing. This sort of heady combination isn’t something either of us has experienced in quite a while, Lily.”

“It’s still surreal,” she confessed.

“Let’s simplify it. Tell me you want me,” he quietly demanded.

Her neck pulled taut again as her breath caught—the way it had when she’d stolen a glance at his bare chest that very first night.

Her gaze slid to Lex once more. Jax’s back was to him, but he had no doubt that his friend’s attention was on the two of them, despite the fact that he was still playing.

It took several suspended seconds for her tawny eyes to return to Jax.

He said, “Tell me you want us.”

She let out a small gasp.

“Yes or no, Lily,” he urged.

“Yes.” Her eyes widened further. “Oh, God. I just said that out loud.”

Jax grinned, though it was a strained one, given the coiling of his gut and the strain of his cock against his boxer briefs. “You did.”

His hands dropped from her face. He circled around behind her. His lips grazed her bare shoulder, along her nape. Another tremor ran through her.

His fingers clasped the zipper of her dress at the middle of her back and he whispered in her ear, “May I?”

“Please.”

It was a sweet surrender as much as it was an insistent plea.

Jax slid the tiny silver piece down its track. Then slipped his hands behind the material, around to the front. His cock thickened unbearably as he palmed her bare breasts. Squeezed a bit roughly, making her gasp again.

He gently shoved the dress down and she stepped out of it. Jax laid the garment over the back of a chair. Then helped her out of her thong.

She stood facing him and Lex, naked save for the diamonds and sparkly sandals.

Lex let out a long breath. “Jesus.”

Her lips pressed together. As though she was still surprised they both found her so desirable. Jax couldn’t fathom it.

Granted, her humility was one of the most appealing things about her. Perhaps because both Jax and Lex had been brought down a peg with their struggle over the new compositions. And it didn’t hurt to have a reality check from time to time, he’d recently learned.

He took Lily by the hand and led her to the wall of windows. They kept the heat on in the evening so they could open the doors and let in the fresh, lightly sea-scented air. The sheers billowed and collapsed, slowly, languidly. The waves added a subtle backdrop to Lex’s haunting music.

Jax gestured for Lily to sit on the settee. She eased back against the plump pillows in the corner. He admired every inch of her as he peeled his tank off and tossed it aside. Then he knelt before her and spread her thighs wide. One foot rested on the floor, but he lifted her other leg so that her foot was on the cushion. He didn’t give a damn if her high heel pierced the sofa. She was fantastic. And he was mesmerized.

His lips skimmed over her belly, up to her breasts. His tongue curled around her nipple, then flickered over it, eliciting a whimper from her. Then he suckled deep and she moaned, low and throaty. Another soul-stirring sound. Jax continued upward to her collarbone, then her neck. He nipped softly. Her fingers sank into his hair, twining in the strands. He raised his head and kissed her. Deeply. Passionately. Until they were both breathless.

Then he murmured against her lips, “No more Mr. Sterling or Mr. Alexander when the three of us are alone like this. Lily,” he softly implored, “I want you to say our names while we’re making you come.”

Chapter Eight