Their Greatest Treasure (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1)

Riker squeezed her knee and Nash clasped her fingers between his fingers and gently squeezed.

“You are pretty resourceful,” Nash said.

She looked at him. “I have to be. I have to gain an understanding of the client, so I can make their dreams and visions a reality,” she replied.

Nash stared at her, and she looked up at him. She could get lost in the deep blue of his eyes.

“We didn’t give you much to go on, yet you figured out what we like.”

“Like I said, Nash, I asked your employees.”

Riker moved his hand up her thigh to her waist, and turned toward her. He cupped her face with his hand and moved closer.

“Sounds to me like you interrogated them.”

She was lost in his dark blue eyes, and how the color of his shirt brought out the blue. He leaned closer.

“It doesn’t seem fair.”

“What?” she somehow replied.

“That you know a bit about us, and we know hardly anything about you,” Riker said.

She shyly attempted to look down but Riker wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t shut us out.” He pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her softly as Nash squeezed her hand then moved his fingers and hers up under her skirt and against her skin.

Riker deepened the kiss, as Nash stroked his fingers and her own between her thighs. She kept her legs crossed and tightened up. Pulling from Riker’s kiss, she panted.

“Oh God. What are you doing to me? We’re in a public place,” she stated.

“No one is coming over here,” Riker told her very confidently.

“You don’t know that. This is a public place. Anyone

can come around the corner.”

Nash stroked his finger back and forth against the V between her thighs and her panties.

“Honey, sometimes being naughty and fearing getting caught can be a total turn-on,” Riker said.

Nash stroked her panties again. “It can be very stimulating.” She was shocked. Nash was the conservative one. The un-wild twin, or so she thought.

“Oh God, this is crazy.”

“It is, but trust us and we’ll take care of you.” Riker leaned closer and began to kiss her neck and then lick her skin. He cupped her breast and she gasped. Riker covered her mouth with his. He devoured her soft moans as Nash pressed his fingers firmly between her thighs. She was struck with a whirlwind of emotions. Desire, excitement, fear, lust, all consumed her. But she couldn’t move. She could only react to the feel of their strong hands, the power of the kisses, and the safety of their arms.

She didn’t want to resist. Her pussy felt so tight and needy. One touch. Just one stroke and she would shoot off this bench.

Nash leaned against her other side and whispered into her ear. “Open for me. Let me ease that ache, baby.”

Oh my God, I want to. Oh, but I can’t. Can I? Oh hell.

She slowly uncrossed her legs. The need to feel more of Nash’s touch and to relieve the throbbing in her cunt was too much. Combined with the fear, the anticipation that someone may come into the little cove in the corner, aroused her. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, but for crying out loud, she liked the feeling she had right now.

Her belly did a series of somersaults.

“That’s it, Chastity. God, you feel so soft. These panties feel tiny. They barely cover you.” Nash stroked along her slit. Back and forth, she felt her cream lubricate her cunt. Riker deepened the kiss, he stroked his tongue into her mouth, and then Nash pressed a digit up into her pussy.

She gripped onto his hand.