One Dirty Night

The way he held me made me want to struggle and surrender at the same time.

His arms banded tighter, crushing me against him. His mouth opened farther, and I gasped as the kiss turned violent. I writhed in his arms. Every part of me snapped out of the sexual fog Nick had drugged me with, and I stepped into another wicked spell.

My denied orgasm woke. My blood flowed.

I threw myself into the kiss. Matching his pace, massaging his tongue with mine. His minty, dark taste sent my heart racing. My hips rocked, searching, needing.

His tongue lapped my bottom lip as a growl rumbled in his chest.

Fresh warmth spread through my stomach, down my inner thighs, and scorched between my legs.

I was nothing but heat—delicious, branding, mind-melting heat.

“My turn,” Nicholas snarled a second before I was torn out of Hunter’s grip and spun to face Nick. I gasped as I tripped into fresh arms. I moaned as my bare skin kissed Nick’s naked chest. His heat mingled with mine, sticking us together, burning us alive.

His hot, hard flesh scorched my nipples as he pressed me against him. It felt as if we were on a pyre. Two souls turning to ash on a flaming stake.

“Fucking hell, you feel good,” Nick groaned just before his mouth descended on mine, and his tongue shot between my swollen lips. Once again, he erased Hunter’s claiming and stamped one of his own. His fierceness was exactly what I wanted. Craved. I wasn’t here for sweet and tender. I was here for rough and primal. And he gave it to me with nothing bared.

His chest was smooth beneath my fingertips as I clawed him closer.

His guttural growl was pure kryptonite.

His cock wedged against my lower belly, trapped in his jeans but summoning me to touch, to stroke, to ride.

I reached for it.

Nick convulsed in my arms as I rubbed him through the denim.

With a snarl, he stopped kissing me. We froze in each other’s arms, breathing hard.

Our eyes locked, and the room fell away. Hunter didn’t exist as Nick’s façade fractured, and he blinked with absolute wonder. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “So, so fucking beautiful.”

His sudden sweetness overwhelmed me.

The moment stretched on as we stared deep into each other. The way he watched me felt as if he could read my every dark wish, every sordid secret. And I wanted him to read them. I wanted him to give them to me. I wanted him to promise that this wouldn’t just be one night.

But then…the shutters came down, his brows furrowed, and awed wonder bled into black despair.

Spinning me around, he shoved me back into Hunter’s arms. “Hold her.”

I flinched as I collided with bare flesh.

While I’d been so wrapped up in Nick, Hunter had stripped to nothing.

Blinking, I drank in the owner of this dreamscape, following the ridges of his belly, the jutting hardness of his cock, and the marble-firmness of his thighs as he sat on the bed.

Raising one hand, he pointed a remote at a corner of the room.

Instantly, music rained from speakers all around us. Coaxing, whispering, making love to me with strands of sultry notes.

“What is that?” I asked, trying to pinpoint the smoky, heady music.

Hunter’s lips tugged into a half smile. “This soundtrack will get you off better than you ever have before.” Tossing the remote on the bed behind him, he clamped his hands on my hips. His fingers tightened until he bruised me, holding me perfectly still.

“I know you’ve pretended to be a prude most of your life, so this is probably a silly question. But have you ever been spanked?”

I flinched, glancing at where he held me. “No.”