Stroke of Luck

He stroked over her hip. “Yes.”

“I could give you a pair from my drawer,” she suggested, but his glittering eyes told her that just wouldn’t do.

He laughed. “That’s nowhere near as much fun.”

She smiled. “Okay, but just because I like you so much.”

His eyes turned serious, and he cupped her face, then tipped it up until their gazes locked.

“You like me?”

She felt her cheeks heat. From the look in his eyes, he wanted her feelings to be more than that.

“I … it’s more than that. But—”

“So what’s going on here?”

Quinn’s voice startled her, and her gaze jerked to the doorway to see him standing there with a grin.

“Am I missing out on something?” he asked as he strolled into the room.

Austin’s expression lightened as he turned to Quinn, a smile spreading across his face.

“Not much. She’s just going to strip off her panties for me. I need a good-luck charm.”

Quinn chuckled. “Not likely, but if you’re going to have one, that’s a brilliant choice.”

The two men turned to her expectantly.

The skirt on the dress didn’t have a lot of extra room, so she shimmied it up, revealing a lot of leg. She tucked her thumbs under the fabric and slid the panties down her hips, then dropped them to the floor. She smoothed the skirt back down and retrieved the panties from around her ankles.

“Here you go,” she said, pressing them into Austin’s large hand.

He grinned as he stroked them over his cheek. “Ah, still warm.” He slid them into his jacket pocket. “Even if they don’t bring me luck, they’ll remind me of the big win I’m looking forward to later on.”

Quinn glided his hand over her hip, then across her behind.

“And all afternoon,” he said, “I’ll be thinking of you wandering around in public with nothing on under that sexy dress.”

He pulled her in close, his hands cupping her ass firmly, and kissed her. She was intensely aware of her breasts crushed tightly against his broad chest. Delighting in the feel of his hands squeezing her round flesh. Her insides ached, and she could feel a melting heat build between her legs.

“Break it up, you two,” Austin said. “If I don’t get down there soon, I’ll run out of time.”

Quinn eased back, then pressed his hand to the small of her back and guided her toward the door.

“Have fun,” he said as April and Austin walked across the living room toward the door.

Moments later, they were riding the elevator down to the lobby.

“I take it you talked to Quinn this morning about his strange mood last night?”

“I told him you were worried that he was jealous of you being with me, and he definitely wanted to straighten you out on that.”

“Yes, he made it abundantly clear that he loves watching us together.”

“And I’m sure if we wanted to be together when he’s not around, he’d have no problem with it. As long as we told him about it. In detail.” Austin grinned. “Thought I’d mention that in case you’re craving some kinky elevator sex.”

Austin was such a wonderful, caring man, and he was such fun to be around. She could fall for him. Hard. And he seemed to be developing feelings for her.