With another laugh, Bayli said, “Because I’m high on champagne and aphrodisiacs and a really amazing orgasm. But, Rory, what I’m telling you is that I was living in fear of not landing the hostess job—because I really need the steady paycheck. And while I was all tangled up in that fear, the two of you were already working out my escape route. And the truth is, I don’t care about this amazing view of Central Park. I mean, it is amazing . . . But my point is, for the first time in my life I’m understanding that what I want isn’t just about being special in the eyes of strangers. It’s about feeling special, and worthy, when I’m with people I care about. Who care about me.” She got a little teary-eyed, but Rory didn’t seem to mind.
He brushed his fingers over her cheek. His breath blew against her temple as he said, “Beautiful Bayli. Sometimes you’re just too much in your head, honey.” His finger and thumb gingerly pinched her chin and lifted it so that she stared him the eyes. “Christian and I aren’t your escape route. You’re ours. From the moment we saw you, even though it was separately, we both knew you were the answer to our problem with the show. And that we both wanted you. That you are what we both want.”
His mouth crashed overs and he kissed her with the sort of hunger that clawed at her, made her instantly restless. Made her crave carnal pleasures she knew little about, but was more than eager to learn. With them.
Bayli couldn’t stop herself from working Rory’s tie as the kiss went on and on. She shoved the buttons through their holes. Yanked the hem from his pants. Then her hands splayed over his ridged abs and she got even hotter.
Breaking the kiss, Rory took her by the hand and slowly backed into the apartment, his smoldering gaze still on her. She tried to breathe normally, but that proved impossible. They entered the living room, the atmosphere warm and inviting.
Bayli gently pulled her hand from Rory’s and crossed to where Christian watched them, a sexy grin on his face.
“What are you smiling at?” she asked before her lips swept over his.
“The two of you. I was getting a little worried that you were arguing again. But . . . clearly not.”
“Definitely not. Though don’t count on us to always be so well-behaved with each other. He gets so easily agitated.”
From behind her, Rory gave a half-snort. Bayli laughed quietly.
She told Christian, “He seems to think I have some complexities as well.”
“Don’t we all?” Christian offered.
“Indeed. Currently, yours is being too buttoned sup.” She had him out of his tie and shirt in record time, then admired his chest and the long grooves of his obliques. Sighed longingly. “You make me want to lick every single inch of you.”
“Maybe we’ll get to that later. At the moment, I think you’re the one wearing too much clothing.”
Rory was suddenly at her back. He slid the side zipper of her dress down its track, the slow zinging of metal filling the otherwise quiet room.
Christian’s head dipped and he pulled her into one of his soul-stirring kisses that snagged her from reality. Meanwhile, Rory eased the silver material down her body and then knelt behind her. He dragged her panties away and palmed her ass, spreading her cheeks. His mouth was on her pussy in the next instant and she moaned into Christian’s mouth.
Christian’s arm wound around her waist to hold her steady. His other hand cupped her breast and kneaded a bit roughly, insistently as Rory tongued her clit and then her opening. He suckled her slit, and then pressed his tongue inside.
Bayli had to end her electrifying kiss with Christian in order to suck in some much-needed oxygen. And because her entire being was on fire.
She twisted slightly at the waist and combed her hand through Rory’s hair. Christian drew her puckered nipple into his mouth while Rory continued to eat her pussy. The compounded sensations were scintillating and had her deeply aroused again. And stepping further away from the restrictive confines of a conventional sexual relationship.
When she was on the verge of coming, Rory stood. Her mind whirled. “Hey.”
He gave her his cocky grin. “Not just yet,” he told her. “You weren’t begging for it.” He kissed her.
“Not verbally,” she complained. “But trust me, my body is screaming for another release.”
“We’ll make it scream louder,” Christian assured her.
And an entire Fourth of July full of fireworks erupted inside her.
Rory took her hand and led her across the room, toward the elevated entryway and curving staircase. But they didn’t make it that far. There was a long ebony credenza that stretched along the short wall at the foyer and was partially tucked into a corner. Its purpose was primarily bar service, with fancy, intricately cut glass decanters and matching glasses set out. Along with a silver-plated ice bucket with a lid. Though a large portion of the surface was devoid of items.
Christian stopped here and said, “This’ll do nicely.”
“Care to elaborate?” Bayli asked.
“You’ll enjoy what I have in mind.” He shot a look toward Rory. “What we have in mind.”
“I can certainly improvise and make this work,” Rory said. And freed the fastenings of his pants.
Bayli’s fingers were at Christian’s waist, quickly loosening his belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping him. She shoved his pants and briefs down his legs while he toed off his shoes. She admired him as he stepped out of the clothing and his socks. His cock was rock hard and his muscles were bunched.