Gifting Me To His Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo 2)

“Emma.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “How many times have we played strangers to each other?”

I know where he’s going with this, but I answer honestly. “More times than I can count.”

His blue eyes are oh so serious as he studies my face. “We’ve talked about you fucking a stranger while I watch almost as many times.”

“Yes, a stranger.”

“You aren’t safe with a stranger, baby. That’s why we’ve never done it. You’re safe with Derek.”

My body might be, but there’s so many strings attached to this scenario, I’ll be entangled before we ever get to actually having sex. “He’s your best friend.”

“Yes. And you’re my wife.” He brushes his thumb across my cheekbone. “You’re the two people I care most about in this world.”

“But—”

“Tell me you’re not attracted to him.” He’s still holding me frozen with his direct gaze. “Tell me you haven’t been eye-fucking him every time he walks around without a shirt.”

“That’s not fair.” Not when Grayson does the same damn thing.

“I’m not condemning you. I’m offering you a chance to play out a fantasy we’ve both wanted for a long time.”

I sit up. I feel too panicked to hold still, but a selfish part of me wants to say yes and damn the consequences. It’s just sex, right? Derek and I have seven years’ worth of pent up desire to work out on each other; surely no matter what it’s like, fucking him can’t hold up against what I’ve built up in my head.

Maybe it’ll be a good thing. Get it out of the way, rip off the bandage, take away the element of the forbidden.

Or maybe I’m looking for an excuse.

I take a slow breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “How will it work?”

Grayson’s eyes light up. “I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow while we ski. Tomorrow night after we get back, I’ll put you under that giant Christmas tree in the living room and let him unwrap you.” He licks his lips. “It’s Christmas Eve, so the gift lasts through Christmas.”

“Is that one night or two?”

He studies me. “Two. Christmas Eve and Christmas. We leave the day after Christmas anyways.”

“Right. I knew that.” I give myself a shake. “What happens if it changes things?”

“We’re all adults, Emma. We can handle it.”

I’m not so sure he’s right, but he’s offering me something I’ve fantasized about for years. One day, two nights. What’s thirty-six hours in the grand scheme of things? A small eternity and no time at all. Despite the fact that he just made me come twice, my pussy gives a pulse of need at the thought of going through with this. “Yes.”Chapter 3I spend the entirety of the next day a hot mess. I can’t concentrate enough to read, so I go a full pampering route, bathing and shaving and lotioning and primping until I feel moderately more in control.

And I masturbate. A lot.

Who can blame me?

In a few short hours, my husband is going to gift me to his best friend and then watch us fuck. It’s the stuff dirty fantasies are made of, and knowing that it’s going to happen only drives my chaotic desire hotter.

I’m in the middle of one such session, laying on the bed and teasing myself with slow strokes of my fingers, when Grayson walks into the bedroom. He closes the door and leans against it, raising his brows even as his gaze zeroes in to where my fingers move between my spread legs. “Getting started early?”

“I was missing you.” I pull at the ties of my robe so that it will part and expose my breasts. “Come here.”

He undresses slowly, layer after layer of his winter gear, until he’s standing naked before me with his cheeks still pink from the cold. “You look good enough to taste.”

“Come taste me then.”

He’s tall enough to reach my spot on the mattress without climbing up and yanks me down toward him. “Derek’s taking a shower. We don’t have much time to get you ready.”

My body thrills at the reminder of what’s coming next. “Better hurry,” I whisper.

Grayson goes to his knees beside the bed and then he kisses my pussy. His cheeks are cold and his mouth is hot and I squeak a little as he sucks on my clit. There’s no teasing. He goes after me like he wants to remind me who I belong to, like he’s staking his claim before handing me off to another man.

It’s so fucking hot.

I sift my fingers through his hair and lift my hips to grind against his tongue. “I’m going to come too fast if you don’t slow down,” I gasp.

He doesn’t. He just shoves me into an orgasm, fast and dirty. I’m still shaking when he lifts his head and presses a quick kiss to my mouth. “I got you something.”