Their Sweet Desire (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 3)

“Are you trying to get me tipsy? I don’t even know if I get sea sick,” she stated before taking another look out toward the water. The city skyline would soon disappear along with the setting sun. On their return back, the night would be the backdrop for a hopefully progressive evening that Antoinette would truly enjoy.

They joined her by the front of the boat, and the perfect view of the Hudson.

“We’re going to head out a good distance. There’s a sweet spot to view the sunset and watch the city skyline in its silhouette,” Emerson told her.

“That sounds amazing. This boat is amazing. Your boss must really like the two of you.” She lifted the glass to her lips.

The boat was heading out, and they enjoyed the cool air and the distance they went until they reached their destination.

* * * *

Stone and Emerson weren’t kidding about the perfect spot to see the city skyline. The crew had gathered and prepared dinner, and set up on the top deck, where Stone, Emerson, and Toni could view everything. The boat contained three levels. Each tier had an open view of the water, and its own spectacular contents. The first deck was enclosed completely. The suede and leather furniture combined with artwork on the walls and very exquisite décor. As they gave her a tour, either Stone or Emerson always had a hand at her waist or her lower back. The dress she wore was low cut in the back, and the halter top didn’t leave room for a bra. Each time Stone or Emerson touched her, she felt these tiny waves of awareness and desire travel through her. She was so attracted to them, and her nervousness of what the night may bring had her asking questions and trying to find out more about them. At least now she knew their names, first and last and where they grew up. Neither man had siblings, and Stone was reluctant to give more information about his family. He just stated that his mother died when he was young and that his father was abusive and he survived. She felt terrible for him.

At one point as Stone explained about his father, and spending a lot of time at Emerson’s parents’ place, she saw the sadness in his eyes. The man was hard and very determined to hide his emotions, but here and there, when she caught him staring at her as he replied to a question, she saw a change in those gorgeous blue eyes.

As they descended the stairs to the second floor, she saw the large sitting area beyond the open deck plan. There was a hot tub, and what appeared to be couches that lined the sides of the area.

“This is pretty cool. There’s a button that extends a cover from the top of this floor, so that you can sit in the Jacuzzi no matter the weather, or if the sun is too hot,” Emerson told her as he ran his hands back and forth over the tops of her shoulders. She felt the sensations from his touch collide against her collarbone and go straight to her pussy. They were really turning her on, and she hadn’t quite made it to the top floor yet. The boat moved with ease. She hardly felt much of anything, and the cool night air against her heated skin was a blessing.

“Take my hand, this last floor can be tricky,” Stone told her. She smiled up at him and allowed him to take her hand and lead her up the stairs. She felt Emerson’s hand glide up and down her calves under her dress as she took each step slowly. She nearly moaned from the sensation as his large hands caressed and slid along her skin. Then they got to the top floor. There was a table with large cushioned benches surrounding it. Above it was the upper deck where the captain of the ship steered the boat. He wasn’t even visible to them. No one was. All she could see was the open water.

The smell of food attacked her senses as Stone offered her a seat at the table. Emerson opened another bottle of wine. This time a white, and as he poured the glasses, Stone moved along the bench beside her. A moment later, both men flanked either side of her on the very comfortable custom-made seating around the table.

“I hope you’re hungry. We had the crew prepare a few favorite dishes of ours.” Emerson gently ran his knuckles up and down her arm.

She swallowed hard. “It smells incredible.”

Stone undid the first lid and placed it away from them at the end of the table. An assortment of raw clams, shrimp cocktail, and baked oysters lay on the silver tray. There were fresh lemon wedges surrounding the platter, and as Stone reached for them, she looked out to the view.

“Oh my God, that is stunning,” she whispered, gazing at the city skyline. The scene illuminated softly by the setting sun, nearly took her breath away.

Stone smiled then kissed her cheek and the skin near her ear. “I thought you might like it,” he said.

“Shrimp?”

She turned her head slowly away from Stone and saw Emerson’s blue eyes as well as the shrimp he held between two fingers.

“Open up,” Stone whispered against h

er neck. And for some crazy reason, every feminine instinct went up in flames, and her body nearly melted with desire. These two men were incredibly sexy, and boy, did she want to open up to them in every way.

She parted her lips and allowed Emerson to feed her shrimp. Stone took a few bites of some raw clams and then the baked ones. Then Emerson did the same while Stone fed her a raw clam and then another shrimp. They were spoiling her, arousing her senses.

When they finished, Stone touched her cheek, and she tilted her head up toward him. His lips were inches from her own.

“You are so beautiful, Antoinette. I want to taste you. I want a lot from you. Do you trust us?” he asked, and suddenly her heart beat a bit faster. She was surprised at the feeling of guilt she felt. She hadn’t been completely honest with them. They didn’t even know her nickname, that all her close friends and family called her.

She felt Emerson’s hand move under her dress and over her knee. He began caressing her skin, moving slowly higher and higher, and her pussy ached for his attention.

“I don’t know you well enough to trust you.”

Stone’s eyes squinted and he almost appeared angry.

“You can trust us to take care of you, to protect you, and bring you pleasure. Have we done anything you haven’t enjoyed yet?” he asked her. She shook her head and stared at the very serious expression in his eyes. His voice was low and deep, and had the air of dominance and control in it. He seemed different.

“I want to touch you. I want to bring you pleasure,” Stone whispered then leaned forward and kissed her lips softly before pulling back. Her eyes closed and then slowly opened, finding both men watching her closely.

“We both want you to feel comfortable with us. We’re willing to take our time, but there are things that really turn us on, and we want to share that with you. Can you trust us to not go too far?” Emerson asked, and then smoothed his hand a little higher up her thigh. Back and forth, she was nearly lost in the stroke of his fingers against her sensitive skin, and then felt the tips touch her panties. A quick intake of breath, and she nearly burst right there. Her nipples hardened, her breathing felt shallow, and she nodded her head, agreeing to what, she didn’t know.