Page 59 of A Sinful Trap

Chapter Fourteen

“You’ve seen us naked,” Cam drawled. “I think it’s only fair you return the favor.”

Bailey’s hazel eyes were bright with excitement. “Here?”

“To start.” He slid a rough palm up her thigh, licking his lower lip at the soft feel of her. He wanted to touch her everywhere. “I’ve imagined you in this office you picked out for me. Where you watched us, thinking you were only dreaming when I told you to touch yourself.”

She moaned and he ran his fingers along the edge of her shorts, his cock already thick and straining the seam of his jeans. “Don’t worry. No matter how many times we make you come here, or where we decide to have you next, you’ll still end up in our bed before it’s over.”

“Oh my God.”

Was that a reaction to his promise, or the fact that Davide had gotten to his feet and was already stripping off his clothes?

“We were getting her undressed, remember?” Cam chastised with a grin.

“What can I say? I’m impatient.”

Bailey’s gaze dropped to Davide’s cock and she swallowed. “I can see that.”

“Beautiful, isn’t he?” Cam rumbled, enjoying her reaction to the sight of Davide’s unashamed arousal. “But we won’t let him distract us yet.”

“We won’t? Are you sure?”

She sounded so adorably unconvinced, he cupped her cheek and turned her face toward his. Her lips were parted, so he took the opportunity to explore their texture with his thumb. He needed to kiss her. Had it only been the day before yesterday? It felt like a hundred lifetimes since he’d gotten a taste of her lips before he’d had to let her go.

“What was I saying?”

“We can’t be distracted,” she whispered.

“I said that? Are you sure?”

His lips were on hers before she could answer. His wolf was impatient for her give in to him. She’d pulled away before, closed herself off from what they made each other feel, and he wanted it back. Needed her light to shine on him again.

When his fingers speared her damp hair to hold her still for his kiss, she melted into his touch with a moan. There it was. Her submission. Her emotions barely brushed against his, still wary, but she couldn’t hide her arousal. She reacted so perfectly, it stirred the predator inside him to claim what he knew was his.

She pulled away and he snarled in protest, until he realized it was Davide, tugging her shirt over her head.

“You want her naked, Cam. We want her naked, so I’m helping. Carry on.”

Bailey was kissing him again, the smile curving her lips for Davide disappearing as she explored Cam’s mouth with a curiosity that quickly turned to hunger and heat.

Cam’s grip tightened in her hair, tilting her head back and forcing her lips to widen for a deeper taste. He was exquisitely aware of Davide’s presence as he skillfully removed Bailey’s flowery bra and cupped her breasts, making her whimper.

When he moved to reposition her on the couch, pulling her up to her hands and knees, Cam was ready. He followed, keeping his mouth on hers as he sat on the cushion in front of her, taking her breath and giving her his in exchange.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Davide reaching for her socks.

“Take off everything else, but leave those on,” he ordered gruffly against her mouth.

“I like them, too.” Davide changed course, stripping off her shorts and underwear, leaving her in nothing but her pink-and-white knee-highs. Then he began kissing and licking his way down her spine.

“What’s he doing?” she asked, her hazel eyes dark and glazed with arousal. “What are you doing to me?”

Couldn’t she tell they were loving her, showing her how much they needed her?

“We’re worshipping you,” Davide murmured between samples of her lovely skin. “And feasting. You’re delicious, Bailey. I licked my fingers after making you come the other day, but it wasn’t enough. Can I kiss you, sweet?”

He nipped at her ass, leaving her in no doubt where he wanted his lips, and she looked over her shoulder. Her own lips parted when he squeezed her cheeks and spread them, staring hungrily at what he’d revealed.

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