Page 19 of More Than We Know

My body immediately reacts to her touch, and the seconds stretch between us as she looks into my eyes.

“I want to kiss you,” she murmurs, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Then do it.”

That’s all the permission she needs. She presses her lips against my own, soft at first, but the second I arch my back to press against her, she deepens the kiss and takes control.

I melt into her demanding touch, and even though I have express permission to do this, it still gives me a thrill, like I’m breaking the rules and doing something I shouldn’t.

Kat and I both jump when Quentin clears his throat from the doorway, and heat rises to my cheeks. He’s raising an eyebrow and wearing a smirk as he looks between us, and I’m sure both of us look as sheepish as I feel. He’s clearly amused, though, and there’s a bulge at the front of his sweatpants that tells me he’s enjoying the show.

“Am I interrupting something, or am I allowed to join?”

Now that’s what I like to hear.

“Did you have something in mind?” Kat fires back with mischief in her eyes.

Quentin’s gaze shifts from me to her as he leans against the door frame and casually shoves his hands in his pockets. His suave, charming demeanor makes butterflies take flight in my stomach. How the hell did I get so lucky to be here with not only him, but the beautiful dark-haired woman at my side as well?

“How do you two feel about me taking charge today? Ofbothof you?”

My eyes widen, and I nod before Kat answers with her signature sass, “I think I can handle embracing my sub side today.”

His voice takes on a dominant edge. “Good. Then both of you, follow me.”

My stomach flips as we follow him down the hall into our bedroom, where he turns and gives us both appraising looks.

I had planned on asking Kat and Quentin separately about how they’d feel about all three of us getting involved with each other rather than me being intimate individually with each of them, but it seems like they’re both fully on board with this.

“Kiss her again,” he tells me. Something sparks inside of me at the command in his tone. I've always loved when he takes control like this, and now, with Kat here, it’s even more exhilarating.

I turn toward Kat and pull her in, and we start right where we left off in the kitchen, our kiss passionate and intense. She wraps one arm around my waist while her free hand lifts to cup the side of my jaw.

When we finally break away from each other, her expression mirrors how I feel: needy, desperate, and entirely too turned on.

“Kat,” Quentin says, “Undress my wife. Sarah, you do the same to her when she’s done with you.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

Kat’s fingertips graze my skin as she lifts the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it up. I raise my arms so she can take it off, and she tosses it to the floor. She gives me a wicked grin before hooking her fingers over the waistband of my pants and underwear and pulling them down until they fall to the floor in a heap of fabric that I quickly step out of and kick to the side.

Once I’m bare before her, I mirror her movements, pulling off her clothes with slow, teasing touches.

We're both naked now as we look at Quentin expectantly. “Kneel,” he commands, his voice filled with such authority that neither of us hesitates. We kneel before him and watch as he takes slow, measured steps to cover the space between us.

He reaches down, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze and doing the same to Kat with his other hand. “You're both so beautiful,” he murmurs, tracing my lower lip with his thumb before he steps back slightly.

“On the bed.” We stand, our bodies brushing against each other as we climb onto the bed together.

Something about doing this with Kat changes the dynamic, shifts it into something still familiar but with a twist. Submission has always been something I’ve enjoyed, but seeing this beautiful, headstrong woman who previously took control now following my husband’s commands does something to me that I can’t explain. It’s erotic on an entirely different level.

“Touch her,” Quentin demands, looking straight at me. “Make her feel good.”

God, it’s been so long since I’ve touched her like this. We kissed the other night, and she had touched me, but I’d been at her mercy. Now, it’s my turn.

I slide my hand down Kat's stomach, feeling way she shivers under my touch. My fingertips trail lower, until I reach the apex of her thighs and slip a finger through her wetness.

Kat gasps softly and lifts her hips to meet my touch.

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