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negotiation.
“One-time-only offer, I’m only sharing her with you tonight.”
One-time offer, only for tonight ? What did that mean?
Her question faded away fast because Joe had turned to look at her, eyelids lowered and a slight smile playing around that sensuous mouth of his. Apparently he didn’t need to be invited again, because he quickly moved across the floor in her direction on his hands and knees, like a stalking panther in the night.
Anya couldn’t look away from him as he approached, but she felt the weight of Warren’s stare, nonetheless. Anticipation soared inside her. She moved, stretching and unfolding along the length of the sofa she rested on, unable to keep still. Joe knelt in front of her, and touched her with deliberation, pushing the fingers of one hand into her hair as he grasped her around the back of her head. He tipped it back and looked at her. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
She nodded. “Yes, I would like that.”
A moment passed as he surveyed her face, his free hand resting on her thigh, stroking her, and then he made his move.
Anya felt something inside her lift and rise when she met his kiss. It was the part of her that was indelibly attached to Warren, and it was constantly aware of him and his reactions, even though her womanly center was responding to the man who now kissed her so sensually, making her experience rich and manifold.
His lips were firm, his touch on her thigh inquisitive. His skin felt warm against hers, and the smell of him filled her senses. Soap, cologne…man.
“Would you like to take her to bed?”
At the sound of Warren’s voice, Joe drew back, eyebrows lowered as he considered the question. He didn’t stop looking at Anya, and she felt her mouth curve when he smiled. “Are you kidding? Of course I would.”
“Supervised, of course,” Warren added. “It’s Anya’s fantasy. I want to make it happen for her. You’re the lucky guy.”
Joe stared over his shoulder at his friend for a moment and then nodded, almost to himself, as if he finally understood what had been brewing here.
Anya looked past him at Warren. Her heart was racing, her senses reeling, and she was barely able to keep up with what was happening.
“Anya?” It was Joe. He needed to be sure. “Is this what you want?”
Her pause was brief, because she’d noticed that Warren looked turned on. The bulge at his groin was large, and the look in his hooded eyes had grown possessive. That sent her into overdrive. She nodded, and squeezed Joe’s hand.
Joe stood up and led the way into the bedroom.
Warren followed, and she briefly felt the touch of his hand on the back of her shoulder. All she could think was that she was between two men and they were going to make love to her. Dizzy with arousal and scarcely able to believe that Warren was making this happen, she quickly begged them not to turn the lights on, suddenly self-conscious. “Please don’t, there’s enough light from the window, if you leave the curtains open.”
Warren nodded, and walked across to the window, opening it. The curtains lifted on the night breeze, and the room filled with the scent of the seashore.
The bedroom was sparsely furnished, with a simple futon and a chest of drawers. Joe sat down on the low futon and reached out for her. She looked at Warren, noticing then that his casual shirt was no longer tucked into his jeans and his hair was ruffled and awry. She kissed him, touching his cheek with her palm as she passed. He nodded at her, his body taut with tension.
When she walked over to Joe, he took her hand in his and with his free hand he stroked her leg, moving up her thigh beneath her short skirt. The firm grip of his hand around her thigh sent delicious shivers through her. Her panties were so damp she could feel the slip of material clinging to the groove of her sex. Then his hand was right there and tugging at the line of her panties while he looked up at her.
Warren was at her back, and he reached around and squeezed her breasts from behind.