Page 21 of A Sinful Trap

She hadn’t known it at the time, but now she was almost positive Davide was the one Cam had been with in her fantasy. That realization should have been the bucket of cold water she needed to stop this, because how was that possible? But at this point she didn’t think anything could stop it. She needed to be touched. Needed this man to keep touching her.

He smiled against her shoulder as if he heard her thoughts, his fingers exploring, rubbing, caressing her with a skill she’d never experienced.

“I want you to think of both of us,” he admitted softly. “We were thinking of you last night. If you’re good, I’ll tell you just how much you and those Wonder Woman boxers tempted Cam.”

The idea of the two men discussing her while they were together... She rocked her hips between Davide’s fingers and his cock, unable to stop herself. “I’m good. Tell me.”

Davide cupped her sex in his palm and squeezed, making her knees buckle. “Have you really been good, Bailey? After that show you put on for him with your jeans? The way you told him about this Celeste woman to make him jealous?”

She pressed her forehead against the metal rung of the ladder, biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Was that why Celeste wasn’t on the roof this morning? “Did he tell you everything? How could he be jealous?” He has you.

“Cam is complicated.” The ragged laughter against her back made her breasts bounce. “We both are. Are you brave enough to find out how complicated?”

Her hand dropped to cover his, adding pressure and silently begging for more. “You don’t feel that complicated to me.”

“Bold Bailey. No, I’m not. Not about this.” Davide groaned into her hair, and one thick finger circled before barely slipping inside her. Teasing her. “But then I’m not in charge of a company and all the people in it. I also refuse to deny myself the way he does.”

“I doubt you let him deny you anything.” She thought about the way they were in her dream last night. How focused Cam was on pleasing him. “He’d do anything for you.”

“Right again.” He sounded surprised. “It doesn’t bother you at all, does it? That I’m with Cam? That we’re together?”

“Why would it? What bothers me is that I was calling you Buffly twenty minutes ago because I didn’t know your name, and now I’m letting you…” She bit her lip as his fingers caught her clit. “What else did he say?”

He swore under his breath. “What are you doing to us, Bailey? Where did you come from? Grip the ladder with both hands now, and don’t scream.”

She obeyed instantly, and just in time—her back arched and her mouth opened in soundless pleasure as his finger thrust fully inside her for the first time. Oh my God.

“Feel how tight you are. How sweet.”

It had been so long. The stretch of his thick finger was almost painful, but if he stopped now she’d kill him.

He whispered another curse and twisted his wrist, picking up his pace. “He fucked me last night, Bailey. Is that what you wanted to hear? Rode me so hard I was begging. We played a game, imagining you were there with us. Each time I spoke your name his cock came back to life, so I did it as often as I could until I couldn’t take it anymore. The last time I teased him, asking if he was planning to share you. What he did to me then…” He shuddered against her. “When it was over, neither one of us could move.”

The visual was so clear in her mind. So graphic. And they’d imagined her watching, just like in her dream. She’d rather be with them than watch them, though. Cam and Davide surrounding her and taking her together.

“Did he say yes?”

“It doesn’t matter what he said or didn’t say. He has to share you now.” The voice in her ear was almost grim. “Even if he saw you first, he has no choice. But you do. Would you like that, Bailey? Both of us inside you?”

Yes. Please.

She almost said it, but she was afraid if she made another sound, she’d shout and bring Ava running. Her hands were slippery on the ladder and her body was trembling. What was she doing with him? For the first time in forever, her inn was bustling with workers and she had guests—and she was getting finger-banged by Mr. Exhibitionism.

“We have to stop,” she whispered, near tears at the thought. “They’ll hear us.”

“You can be quiet for this. I’ll help,” he vowed, covering her mouth with his free hand while sliding another finger inside her, forcing the breath from her lungs. “Now you can let go, Bailey. I’ll take care of you. I’ll never be as civilized as he is, but I’m not making his mistake. I’m not stopping. You’ll come for me before I release you.”

She was close. How could she be this close with someone she hadn’t even kissed? None of this seemed real. She was on drugs. She was dreaming.

But it felt real. She could hear his fingers thrusting through her wet sex. Smell sweat and man as she struggled to breath with his hand over her mouth. Feel the metal biting into her palms as she clung to the ladder so she could take more. She needed more. She was going to scream. She was—

Coming so hard the ladder rocked with the strength of it. She clenched around his fingers, her body wracked with pleasure as she moaned helplessly into his hand.

He grunted again, his cock a steel bar against her as she rode out the storm raging through her body. For a moment she thought she could sense his desire with hers. That he wanted to drag her down to the floor and finish inside her. And for a moment she wanted to let him. She hadn’t stopped trembling from the best orgasm she’d had in years, and yet she wanted more.

“You’re ours, Bailey,” he murmured, lowering his hand from her mouth. “Aren’t you? How is this possible? How are you possible? This isn’t supposed to happen.”

She agreed with that last part. “I know,” she moaned quietly, pressing her forehead into a sharp ladder rung. “He really is going to fire me now.”

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