Sure, in the sane part of his mind, D.T. knew what Gizelle was up to. And he really, truly wanted to put an end to it, because he didn’t think he could continue watching this scenario play out without wanting to strangle Trey.
And yet, God, Gizelle was so beautiful. And it was obvious she responded to Trey because he looked like D.T. in every way, including size and dark demeanor. D.T. found himself fantasizing that, with her eyes closed, she was imagining D.T.’s hands on her body, his lips on her neck. Not Trey’s. It was an easy way to hang onto the thinning threads of sanity.
Mesmerized, D.T. continued to stare at her, taking in her lean body, her lush, light brown hair, her perfectly sculpted face. All of these things held him spellbound. Conversely, yes, he loathed the fact that another man was touching her incredible body and was eliciting the deep moans of pleasure that escaped her parted lips.
And yet D.T. felt compelled to watch. To see if Trey could satisfy her. To see if Gizelle would actually get off on another man touching her.
As Trey’s fingers continued to tease her nipple and her clit, D.T. sensed Gizelle was close to coming. But she didn’t give into the obvious desire that gripped her. Instead, she opened her eyes and they locked with D.T.’s.
Almost. Her gaze seemed a little unsteady, a little hazy from her desire.
D.T.’s jaw clenched tighter before he said, “You’ve made your point.”
“Have I?” she countered in a provocative tone, laced with her arousal. And then she shifted i
n Trey’s arms and turned to the tall, dark stranger. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately, igniting D.T.’s jealousy all over again.
“For fuck’s sake, Ellie,” he said between his teeth. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
She broke the kiss and glanced over her bare shoulder. “I’m proving the lengths I’ll go to in order to get you back to Earth.”
He gave a quick, agitated shake of his head. Damn it. His cock still throbbed at seeing her naked and in the throes of passion. “That’s the thing, sweetheart. There’s nothing you can do that will get me to go back. Nothing you can do with me or with Trey.”
Her grin turned wicked, her voice confident. “I beg to differ.”
Her gaze shifted as she scanned the room, taking in the couples, the orgies, that no longer helped D.T.’s plight. The entire scene created sensory overload, what with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the orgasmic cries mingled with the intense pleas for more pleasure. The sight of men and women engaging in carnal activities created a lusty atmosphere and generated the faint scent of sex. All of these things taunted D.T. as much as Gizelle’s seduction did.
He knew what she was doing, for God’s sake. And yet, when she turned back to Trey and her hands slid down his body, D.T.’s mouth went dry and his brain seemed to freeze. What the fuck was that all about?
As one of Gizelle’s hands eased over Trey’s obvious erection and cupped his balls in his black leather pants, D.T. literally thought he’d lost his mind for letting the game go this far.
And yet he didn’t reach for her. Didn’t pull her away from Trey.
Yes, he questioned his sanity over that. Maybe the Scotch was making him slow to react with the anger and violence he’d felt moments ago. Because, seriously, no one but him should be touching Gizelle or bringing her pleasure.
But there was something so enticing about the situation. This was her game. She was playing the seductress role to the hilt, and D.T. found it stimulating. He couldn’t say why for sure, other than the fact that he really and truly loved her body and enjoyed seeing her naked and drowning in ecstasy. Damn it. It turned him on to see her so passionate, so lost in the eroticism of the moment.
Even if some other guy was touching her.
He thought about this a moment longer as Gizelle’s small hand stroked the bulge in Trey’s pants until Trey’s eyes glowed with heat and desire and the obvious need to fuck her. Sure, there was a big part of D.T. that made him want to stand up, close the gap between them, and pound the hell out of Trey. But there was another part of him that didn’t want to budge, didn’t want to take his eyes from the couple before him. Because D.T. was wholly turned on by watching Gizelle.
His gaze slid over her naked body, taking in the sharp slope of her shoulders, the long, graceful line of her spine, the delicate rounding of her hips and the perfect shape of her ass. Toned legs gave way to perfectly proportioned calves and feet that were ensconced in tall, black leather heels.
She was a vision he couldn’t get enough of. Regardless of the reason for her nakedness, she still captivated him.
And so D.T. found himself becoming slightly detached from his jealousy and rage. Maybe it was all the Scotch that now dulled his anger and made him focus more clearly on her beauty and the beauty of the moment they’d found themselves in.
He doubted she’d grasp this strange place he’d shifted into. Then again, he didn’t intend to share it with her. No. D.T. would let her play out the entire scene. If he could seriously hold his jealousy intact, he had a feeling watching Gizelle tonight would be an incredibly erotic experience.
Vouyerism was, after all, a big part of his life as a spy. Only this time, he got to feast his eyes on the only woman who truly stirred his senses and soul. And it was the strangest damned thing to admit, but the idea of seeing Gizelle pleasured actually turned him on all the more.
He had no idea what that was all about. Didn’t have the clarity of mind to try to figure it out. All he knew was that, when Gizelle divested Trey of his clothing—all of his clothing—D.T. didn’t jump to his feet and demand that she stop.
Oddly, it seemed as though he were watching a replay of himself engaged in a sexual tempest with Gizelle, because Trey looked that much like him. And maybe that, and the fuzziness that settled in his brain because of the Scotch, was what let D.T. relax a little and see how this scheme of Gizelle’s played out. After all, it remained to be seen whether she’d go all the way with Trey.
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