Part 13 (1/2)

Oh they're both looking at me as if I'm an ice cream sundae and they're getting ready to gobble me right down.

Mel looked over at Connor then turned his gaze on her again. ”Lose the dress, Emily Anne. Now.”

When that man got all dominant on her it sent s.h.i.+vers up and down her spine. Mel Richardson could be tender and subtle, wrapping her up in an aura of caring so that she felt safe and pampered. But when he reached the edge of his control, he became every inch the strong, demanding lover, the quintessential alpha male, and she loved that about him.

Connor's more natural and focused dominance turned her on as well, and she wondered if she had more than a little of the submissive in her than she'd imagined.

That's something to find out on another day.

Right here and now was for doing what her lover had just demanded of her. So she reached inside the dress and pulled on those discreet little ties that Summer had shown her. The dress opened all the way down the front and Emily Anne shrugged it off her shoulders.

The silky, pewter-gray dress. .h.i.t the floor.

Emily Anne stepped away from the discarded garment, thrilled beyond measure when the men's eyes didn't waver from looking at her. She didn't have to ask them if they liked what they saw. Both of them sported very impressive-looking erections their dress pants couldn't hide.

”Stunning. Absolutely stunning.” Mel licked his lips and then met her gaze. ”You are so incredibly s.e.xy. Do you know that?”

Did she? She answered him truthfully. ”I'm beginning to.”

Connor said nothing, but she could tell by the way his eyes had filled with l.u.s.t that he was definitely enjoying the view. Then he did something that proved to her the man missed nothing.

He walked over to the table beside the bed and picked up the soft terry towel. ”What do we have here, I wonder?” He unwrapped the items and showed them to Mel.

”I bought four in graduated sizes-that's the smallest. And I wasn't very adventurous, I'm afraid. I bypa.s.sed the flavored lube and bought the regular instead.”

”Oh, I think you're plenty adventurous, Emily Anne.” Mel said.

”You are indeed. Thank you for trusting us. Now, just one more thing.”

”Yes?”

”You've done a h.e.l.l of a job setting the scene for us, angel eyes. But you can relax now,” Connor said. ”We can take it from here.”

She knew they could. Connor set down the items he'd unwrapped and with Mel, surrounded her.

For a long moment neither man said anything. They looked, and they touched-light graceful brushes of their fingers against the flesh of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pushed up and on display courtesy of the black lacy basque.

”If this is an example of the things Mrs. Webster has in her shop, I think we're going to become her new best customers,” Mel said.

”Amen to that, brother.” Connor ran a single finger across her chin and then back and forth under her bottom lip.

Emily Anne licked her lips. ”Summer said for me to tell you she has a list of my sizes and preferences. She seemed to think the two of you would like to go there sometime and have a look around on your own. Or you could peruse her web site.”

”She's a very intuitive woman,” Mel said.

Emily Anne trembled from their whisper-light caresses. Such heat radiated from them that it warmed her, inside and out. Her nipples peaked, her c.u.n.t leaked, and she felt her c.l.i.t begin to stretch out and tingle, getting ready to play the coquette.

Connor lifted her chin until he met her gaze. The slight shake of his head told her he didn't like that she'd let her gaze drift down to his feet. She hadn't in fact realized she'd done that until he lifted her chin. Old habits die hard.

”Is that where you bought those b.u.t.t plugs and the lube, too, Emily Anne?”

She'd show him she really wasn't afraid of intimacy, or of believing herself worthy of them. ”Yes, it is. Summer has other toys in stock, as well. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. A paddle or two.”

Connor seemed to get her message. He fought his grin. ”And flavored lube, too, I take it?”

”Mmhmm, in strawberry, vanilla...and banana.”

”Banana. Someone has a sense of humor.” Connor certainly did because his mouth twitched and Emily Anne knew he was working hard at holding back a laugh.

”Probably some marketing guy with delusions of...large bananas,” Mel said.

Connor's eyes swept her body, and then his gaze met hers. ”Do you know, this is the s.e.xiest thing I've ever seen,” Connor said, ”made s.e.xier still by the fact that you're wearing it. In fact, the entire ensemble makes quite a statement.”

”I'm hoping that statement is 'f.u.c.k me.'” Emily Anne's arousal climbed with each heavy beat of her heart. They were looking their fill, talking in their dreamy-deep voices, and barely touching her yet they were stoking her libido to a fever pitch.

”Oh, yes, your outfit is definitely begging for you to get laid. Let's make just a couple of adjustments to the ensemble, shall we?”

Emily Anne had no idea what Mel had in mind, but she had no trouble whatsoever putting herself into his hands.

He knelt before her and unhooked the stockings from the garters. She nearly opened her mouth to tell him that the stockings would stay up on their own unless he rolled them down-but he didn't seem interested in the stockings themselves. Instead, he very quickly and very deftly unhooked the garters from the basque.

”That's good. Nearly perfect,” Connor said.

Mel grinned, and looked over his shoulder at the other man. ”Do you want to make the final adjustment, since we are so obviously of like mind?”

Mel stood up and took a step back. It was Connor's turn to get down on his haunches in front of her.

She gasped when he very adroitly moved her thong panty off her hips and down her legs. ”Step out.” He held them for her so she could easily do so.

She placed a hand on his shoulder and did as he asked.

He rose up to his full six-foot-plus awesomeness and then stepped back and simply drank her in with his eyes. ”I like that a lot. You've got such a pretty p.u.s.s.y. I like being able to just look at it-look at it and know that soon-very soon-I'm either going to be licking you there or f.u.c.king you there.”

”Mmm, I very much want you to do both.” Oh, she wanted them. She wanted Connor and Mel every way she could have them. Maybe tomorrow she'd remember to make a note so that in years to come she could celebrate this day-the day Emily Anne Bancroft finally took full possession and command of her womanhood.

”Feeling a little greedy, precious?” Mel asked.

”I'm feeling very greedy.” She lowered her gaze from his just a moment. When she looked at him again, she thought that maybe she got the sultry look right, judging by the way his eyes widened and his nostrils flared. ”Did I mention that I have tomorrow off?”

”Oh, baby,” Connor sighed. He reached out and took her arms in his hands and eased her closer to him. ”You are so getting laid tonight.”

”Less talk. More action.”

”Laid, and maybe a little spanking, too, for pus.h.i.+ng our limits?”

She didn't know if Connor was talking to her, or Mel. But she said, ”Oh, yes please. Every time one of you mentions the possibility of a spanking it puts a delicious little s.h.i.+ver on my c.l.i.t.”