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Toni was truly enjoying herself. Stone and Emerson seemed so nice, and they were very good at flirting and talking. She hadn’t even realized that she had a second full glass of wine, and as she continued talking with them, asking questions, Stone poured her more. She had three glasses of red wine, and boy was she feeling it. She felt as if there were stars in her eyes. She chuckled at the thought. There was a song with those lyrics, wasn’t there?
“What’s the giggle for?” Emerson asked her as they strolled toward a park bench. Emerson took a seat but she remained standing a moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was a gorgeous night. The stars were shining and the air had an edge of chilliness to it. She smiled down at Emerson, and then felt Stone wrap his arms around her from behind. She jerked a moment but then relaxed in his deep embrace. The man was so big. She fit perfectly, with her back against his chest.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“Not anymore,” she whispered.
Stone walked her closer to Emerson, whose legs were parted, as he sat forward on the bench. He was so tall that his face was nearly level with her chest.
Emerson placed his hands on her waist. He rubbed them up and down. At first, she wondered if people saw them. Then she wondered what they might think. Two men with one woman would surely seem naughty and uncommon. But as she heard some voices and looked to the right, she saw three men with one woman, and a few other sets of similar couples. Soon they were gone, and she focused on Stone and Emerson’s touch. Never had she felt so comfortable, so safe before. Truthfully, she was scared out of her mind.
“About what you said back at the restaurant. About waiting for the bad news about us. Baby, there isn’t any. We’ve been thinking the same thing about you. We’re waiting for the bad news, the reason why such a hot, sexy, gorgeous woman like you hasn’t been swept up by a man, or men,” Emerson told her. Then he slowly stood up. His hands remained on her hips and Stone’s remained wrapped around her midsection.
She felt Stone’s breath and lips against her neck and ear.
“You smell incredible.” He kissed her neck.
Emerson cupped her cheeks, and stared down into her eyes.
“I know it’s only our first date, Antoinette, but I need to know.”
She knew that he was going to kiss her. She felt as if she should stop him. Stop them before there was no turning back. But as Emerson touched his lips to hers, and Stone squeezed her snugly against his chest, she softened into their combined embrace.
That kiss grew deeper and more sensual very quickly. She placed her hands against Emerson’s chest as he continued to explore her mouth, stroking his tongue along her cavern, trying to reach and fulfill his need. Then she felt as if she were ignoring Stone, so she reached one hand back to touch his waist. He released one of his arms and clasped their hands together. His mouth licked and sucked along her neck, as Emerson continued to kiss her. She never felt so out of control and so turned on in her entire life. She wanted them. She wanted to throw inhibition to the wind, forget about her fears, her reservations or about society and life, and just get lost in Emerson and Stone.
She was getting so excited and sexually aroused that she was losing her breath and her ability to stay in control. My God, their kisses and their touches are fucking lethal.
Then came the worry and the uncertainty. She thought about Vince and his conniving ways. Not that these men were involved with the mafia, or wanted her business. They were hardworking businessmen, making their way up the corporate ladder. They were like her. They were struggling to survive, to save money for the future, and to secure a future and whatever it brought. They were honest and funny, and they wanted her, just like she wanted them. So why was she feeling a twinge of fear in her gut? It was becoming too much. She shouldn’t allow them to kiss her like this. She shouldn’t—
Emerson released her lips and as she took a deep breath and prepared to respond, Stone maneuvered his body and turned her around. He cupped her face between his hands and locked gazes with her.
“My turn to taste the sweetest dessert ever.” He covered her mouth with his, and he immediately stroked his tongue between her teeth and deepened the kiss. There was no slow advancing for Stone. He was a powerful kisser, a man who went after what he wanted. That thought aroused her, too. They were both mouthwatering, and as she absorbed the taste of wine and Stone, she categorized the differences between the two men. When she felt the second set of hands on her shoulders, Emerson pressed his chest against her back, and she moaned.
“Damn, baby, you make such sexy little sounds. I love it,” Emerson told her. His hands moved over her hips then to her back. Stone kissed her deeply, and as he released her lips slowly, he pulled her bottom lip back in such a way it made her legs feel weak. The palm of his hand moved over her hip to her rear and he squeezed her ass as he pulled her hard against him. She felt both men’s erections. It was a signal to slow things down, or throw inhibition to the wind and take them both home.
Stone released her lips then smiled down at her. “You taste better than any bite-sized little brownies. I could kiss you and taste you for hours.” His voice and his exotic blue eyes were filled with sex appeal and hunger for her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He was about to kiss her again, but she pressed her palms harder against his chest, then let her forehead fall to his chest.
“You two need to slow down. You’re too much for one woman to handle.”
Emerson rubbed her shoulders then whispered next to her cheek. “You can handle us. Look how good you fit between us.” He kissed her cheek. She raised her head up and held Stone’s gaze.
“This is only our first date. I shouldn’t have let you both kiss me like that.”
“Nonsense. We all wanted to kiss. We’ve been feeling the attraction and sexual pull all night long. Trust us,” Stone said.
That was when she felt the fear of trusting them surface. That word, and everything it stood for, brought on fear and intimidation. She needed to place some distance between them and slow things down.
She slowly stepped from between them and rubbed the outer part of her lips, being sure to not smudge her lipstick any further.
“I had a wonderful evening. I loved hanging out with you and getting to know both of you.”
Stone crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at her as if he were unsure about her words. He had a look in his eyes. He had a way about him that made her think he could read her mind. He was a bit of a mystery, yet she could tell he said what was on his mind, no matter what.
“I wish you would come home with us. I know we won’t regret it,” he said and she
was shocked.