Page 16 of The Heiress's First Date

“So what’s your plan, Princess?”

“Mmm?” She hums against my Adam’s apple.

“For breaking me.”

“Oh.” She sits up, hands pressing against my chest.

I memorize the feel of her, the weight of her, the hot clench around my cock. My toes curl, and I try to ignore how amazing that silky slide is. But I could no sooner stop my own heartbeat.

“Is it multi-part? What’s step one?”

She lifts off of my lap until the tip of my erection is barely inside her. I don’t like it. Don’t want to lose the connection between us, the easy glide.

Grabbing her hips, I push her back down as I lift my hips. Her jaw drops, and a breathy cry leaves her in a whoosh. She’s a picture of pleasure. A seductress that would send any man to his knees.

She wiggles around on my dick, and I clench my jaw. Fucking plug. I hope Kingston has the same experience—tight as can be and so fucking slick, thanks to Alex’s cum.

Katherine bends her elbows, coming down on my chest like a kitten who wants something. I wouldn’t be surprised if she started purring. Her nipples graze my chest again, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“I was thinking,” she whispers, gaze roaming my face, “that I’d just edge you. Until. You. Come.”

My groan is echoed by King and Alex. At least there’s solidarity between us.

I tug her down for a kiss. “Always knew you were a tease.”

“You like it.” The slight tug of her lips does wild things to my heart. I’ve never felt this free before. This comfortable. Hell, this is playful.

“I love it,” I correct. Playing with her gets my juices flowing and makes me want to conquer and shout from rooftops.

She rocks forward, then slams her hips back, taking me to the hilt. I can’t stop my groan. She does it again. And again. Winding me tighter. I go over my schedule, all the paperwork and endless details that need my attention tomorrow, but nothing stops the build. That slow, steady spiral up the mountain.

And just when I think she’s going to tip us over the edge, she sits up. Turning to King, she curls a finger, calling him over. He kneels at her side and cups her cheek reverently.

She leans into his touch and wraps an arm around his waist, then presses her lips to his. My abs tighten at the erotic display. He sips from her lips, then deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She opens for him, those dreamy little sounds pouring from her like an open faucet. I love the way they enjoy each other. How obvious their relief is to no longer be living in the shadows of their attraction.

My cock jerks involuntarily because what can I say? A man has his fantasies. And these two swapping spit around my dick is at the top of my list.

She reaches for his cock, jacking him slowly. He groans into her mouth, straightening so he can change the angle of their kiss. It’s more dominant, driving into her mouth, biting her lower lip, making her whimper.

I snatch my gaze away because that is not helping me stave off my orgasm. Which was probably part of her plan. The minx. Turning my head the other way, I glance at Alex and find him stroking himself. Long, lazy strokes. Our eyes meet and hold.

I swallow, lips dry, not daring to blink.

Katherine gyrates her hips, teasing my needy dick as she makes out with Kingston. Meanwhile, I’m in a staring contest with my best friend. The one person who’s been by my side since moment one. Almost two decades. Who’s supported me. Who gave me the chance to follow my dreams.

He’s everything.

I love him so fucking much it hurts.

It’s a physical pain in my chest, a bruise on my heart.

Slowly, his gaze leaves mine, moving over to Katherine and King.

I blink back frustrated tears and close my eyes.

Katherine hums a sweet, pleased sound and then giggles softly. “I think we did it. We broke him.”

I smile and blink up at her. “Gotta try harder than that, sweetheart.”

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