The Chase

“How wet?”

“Soaked.” She heard the smile in Seth’s voice.

Breathing hard, Beck fisted his free hand into her hair and dragged her lips to his for a blistering kiss that left her reeling and feeling so possessed. “Where are the rest of your bows?”

Were they trying to drive her crazy?

“There’s a big one on the back of her dress,” Seth volunteered.

“Turn around. Show me.” Beck motioned with his finger for her to spin.

Slowly easing upright, she pivoted until her backside rested inches from Beck’s face, the flowing pink ribbons nearly brushing his cheek. “Here.”

He examined the bow by cupping her backside in his hot hands and regarding Seth. “Can you undo that?”

“My pleasure.”

An instant later, she felt a slight pull, followed by a more forceful tug. She glanced over her shoulder to see the strips of silk spill into Beck’s hands. He rubbed the satiny scrap between his thumb and fingers, looking as if her wide, innocent ribbon was a problem for him.

“You don’t know what bows do to me.” He kissed his way up the back of her thigh, then nibbled on the lower swell of her backside.

She did now. “I-I’ll remember.”

Next to her, Seth skated one hand down the naked line of her spine. The other wound around her nape and tilted her face to his. “You’re trying to seduce us.”

He meant his low rumble to be an accusation, but his words dripped seduction as they ricocheted heat through every corner and crevice of her body.

“I wanted to look nice.”

“Nice girls don’t show their nipples through their dresses, do they?”

Why did his scolding go straight between her legs?

“No.”

“No,” he confirmed. “What should we do with her, man?”

The sexy-as-hell surgeon answered with a long, slow smile. “Punish her…as soon as I’ve seen all these fucking bows. Where are the rest, girl?”

Heavenly swallowed. Would they spank her…or something more? “Th-there are some on my bra.”

“Show me.”

“I need help. There’s a catch…” She pointed to her nape.

“I got it,” Seth volunteered, fingers already working at the clasp behind her neck. “Come here, angel.”

She melted into him happily, parting her lips for his descending mouth, knowing instinctively that only offering him everything might soothe his savage beast. Maybe.

He captured her kiss, plunging in, sweeping deep, and taking whatever he wanted, leaving behind a thick arousal that pulled her under like quicksand. Coupled with Beck’s fingers tracing the elastic of her embarrassingly wet thong, she wondered how soon her knees would give way.

“Nice girls don’t get soaked by teasing their men, either,” Beck murmured before he laved one of her cheeks.

Seth lifted from her mouth and settled his thumb over her pulse point. “Nice girls also don’t get hard nipples from flaunting themselves. She’s being very bad today. Punishment is definitely in order.”

That threat shouldn’t make her flood her panties even more.

“I-I’m sorry.”