Page 2 of Sweet Girl

Moving my fingers between her legs, I grip the thin strap of her panties and pull them to the side, exposing her wet little cunt.

“This what you want, Aidan?”

He shifts on his feet in my peripheral. “Dom, don’t fuck with me. Just put me out of my misery already. Is she off-limits or not?”

I ignore his question and ask one of my own.

“You think Cruz wants to share her?”

“You know the answer to that question, asshole,” Cruz answers as he walks into the room, taking in the sight of Emma’s sleeping body, my fingers sliding through her slick center. It’s too dark for them to really see shit, but they can see enough to get worked up.

A breathy moan comes from her lips, her hips moving slightly, chasing the feeling I’m giving her, even in her sleep. I languidly push my fingers inside her heat, not looking away from the sight as I pull them back out, covered in her moisture. I repeat the process, gently finger fucking her in front of Aidan and Cruz.

The three of us are still, reveling in the erotic noises of my fingers pressing in and out of her soaked cunt. Her pussy walls flutter tightly around me, sucking me in as she comes undone for us.

“You think she’ll go for it?” Aidan asks, pulling my attention to him, genuine curiosity and desire lacing his tone. He looks two seconds away from all of his restraint snapping.

I look back at my sleeping little love while I lick her sweet cream from my fingers. She’s fucking perfect. A goddess. I’m a whole lot of man, but Emma deserves more than just me. She deserves all three of us. I can give her that. I can give it to all of us.

“Yeah. Yeah, she’ll go for it. But we gotta ease her into the idea.”

CHAPTER1

emma

“I fucking love Valentine’s Day.”

“You’re only saying that because you’ve never had a date for it until now,” my best friend, Lily, says, looking back at me from my closet where she’s currently pulling out clothes for me to try on. We spent the morning together, and now she’s making it her life’s mission to find me something perfect to wear for my date in a few days. She’s not wrong, this is the first Valentine’s Day in my twenty-two years that I’ve been in a relationship.

After months of crushing on my boss and weeks of flirting, he finally asked me out not long after Halloween, and things got serious quickly. We’ve been dating for the last three months, but it feels more like three years with how close we are. Dominik Sokolov owns Knockout, an elite boxing gym in our small town of Aspen Ridge, Washington. He’s a professionally trained fighter, just like his dad, and he hired me as a receptionist last year. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever met and all freaking mine.

Working the front desk at a gym seems like it would be a nightmare, but with the way the men in our town look, it’s not a hardship. I basically just ogle them all day long. Especially Dom’s best friends, Cruz and Aidan, who shamelessly flirt with me. Dom must know that it’s innocent, or that the boys do it in failed attempts to get a rise out of him, because he’s never acted jealous or put a stop to it. I definitely don’t mind the attention.

“Exactly,” I agree with a slight eye roll. “It’s a nice change. Anyway, what do you think Wes has planned for you?”

“Something primal and wild, if it’s anything like how Halloween and Christmas went.”

“Oh, I’m sure Daddy Wes has something ridiculous up those tattooed sleeves,” I joke.

Lily just married her ex-boyfriend’s dad after a whirlwind romance—if you can even call it romance—and man do I love reminding her of it.

Finally deciding on an outfit, she pulls out a little red dress that I haven’t worn yet and a pair of black stilettos.

“What about this?”

“I’m going to freeze my ass off in that, Lily. It’s February in Washington for fuck’s sake.”

“Just giving Dom a reason to warm you up. C’mon, try it on,” she chuckles while tossing the shoes in my direction.

Moving toward the bed, I strip out of my jeans and sweater and slip into the tight red dress. Lily zips it up behind me, and I step my feet into the high heels. My eyes roam my body in the mirror, taking in my long, toned legs, and the way the dress clings to my thighs and hugs my perky ass. Shifting side to side in front of my reflection, I smile confidently. “Okay, bitch, you were right. This is the dress.”

“Hate to say I told ya so.”

“Shut up, you love to remind me when you’re right.”

“That is true. You look hot as fuck and Dom is going to lose his shit when he sees you. Hopefully you all make it to the party.”

My body heats at the thought of Dom ripping the dress off of me and consuming my body the way he always does. His appetite for me hasn’t lessened over the last few months, if anything, it’s only grown.

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