Layla Palmer is starting over in New York City with a new job at Hot Shots, an agency that specializes in hiring talent for jobs with an erotic bent. Happily engaged, she writes off the changes in her relationship with her fiancé, Aidan, as growing pains. But that all comes into question when her beloved fiancé comes up with a startling suggestion: he wants to watch her have sex with another man.
Aidan's a man on the edge, fighting demons he won't name in fear of losing the woman he loves forever. But the game he's playing can only continue for so long, especially when the man they decide to invite into their bed turns out to be Layla’s newest prospective model, Sawyer Blake.
Passion explodes between them, threatening to spill over and burn them all. Soon Aidan and Layla's already incendiary relationship hits the boiling point. Now she's fighting her own battles, including the conflicted feelings of lust and love she harbors for both men. But how can she figure out who to trust when everything she ever knew is changing, including herself?
Layla pulled away to take a breath. She turned her face toward Sawyer while she slid her hand up and down Aidan’s damp shaft, almost as if she was trying to share the gesture with him. As if she were stroking his cock too.
She offered Sawyer a secret smile before she ducked her head between Aidan’s legs and did something with her mouth that made her fiancé groan. She pleasured his balls with reverence, seemingly content to spend the rest of her evening bringing him to orgasm.
Sawyer cursed and shoved her legs apart. Her pussy gleamed, that pink, slick treasure inviting his tongue.
“Go ahead.” Aidan wrapped Layla’s hair around his fist and drew her head back. Her choppy breaths filled the room. “You want him to lick you, don’t you, darling?”
She shot a glance at Sawyer, her lips puffy from their recent activity. “Please.”
One breathless word shouldn’t affect him so. But combined with those dark, devastating eyes, he couldn’t have refused her if his life depended on it.
Sawyer cupped the cheeks of her ass and spread them open to reveal her small, puckered hole. He flicked his tongue over her rosette. Another lick, stronger and harder. Deeper.
She gasped, lowering her head while she inhaled a lungful of air.
“You aren’t finished here.”
Aidan’s command seemed to bring her back to herself, and she eagerly returned to Aidan’s waiting cock. “Good girl.” He mouth-fucked her in earnest, his hot hazel gaze fixed on what Sawyer was doing to his woman. “You like his tongue.”
Since her mouth was a little busy, she didn’t answer. She just pushed back against Sawyer’s face in blatant demand.
“Where do you want him, baby? Your ass? Your cunt?”
Her mumbled reply consisted of more whimpers than actual words. Sawyer darted two fingers into her sex and groaned at the pressure as she squeezed to hold him inside.
“Christ. She’s dripping.”
“Think that’s her answer.”
Ignoring Aidan’s amused response, Sawyer shimmied into position. She was about to be his. Hands on her ass, he buried his face between her thighs.
Her cry rocketed into his ears as he set a brutal pace with his tongue and lips on her clit, plus the two fingers he embedded deep. Three when she jerked against him, pleading for more.
Her ripe flavor took his senses hostage. Here her sweetness was edged with desperation. She quaked, clearly close. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder while he explored her thoroughly, adding nips here and there to keep her off-balance. To keep her weak and
trembling as she was now. If she’d had breath to speak, she would’ve begged, he knew it.
He couldn’t wait to make her come. He’d love knowing his name was on her lips, no matter whose cock was in her mouth.
Without warning, she started to buck. Hips flailing, tight walls spasming so that her juice trickled over his tongue like honey glaze. He held her still and replaced his fingers with his tongue, stroking it inside her to catch every drop she gave him.
Distantly, he heard Aidan growl. He lifted his head in time to watch her fiancé yank his cock free. Two steps and he shot off across her back, the spray a brand on her creamy, flawless skin. Beneath it, she whimpered and lowered her face to her crossed arms, her body still vibrating from the aftereffects of her climax. Or from the thrill of having Aidan paint her with his cum like a graffiti artist decorating his favorite bridge.
Aidan gave Sawyer a feral smile as he milked the last of his orgasm from his cock, each falling droplet adding another letter to the message on the wall.
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