Page 20 of Freak

In the past, one-night stands for me were frequent. Typically, I’d leave right after sex. No strings. No problems. But that old habit had long since passed, and for once, the casual sex would be happening in my own home, not at the other’s.

Maybe it was being with Raf, in a committed relationship, that had changed me without realizing it. What were one-night stands now? How would we deal with this after we had our fun?

Why was I overthinking? I never did that.

And while I had anticipated some kind of threesome tonight, I questioned myself.

Was I ready for this?

The three of us stood smack in the middle of the elevator. Raf to my right, Ivanna to my left. My strappy heels tapped impatiently, waiting for floor ten to magically turn into sixty. And while the ride was fast, it wasn’t fast enough.

The quiet in here was enough to drive anyone insane, but the loudness in my mind kept me sane.

Kiss her.

Touch her.

Ravish her.

Ivanna reached her fingertips toward mine, testing our connection. Her skin was on fire, and her pinky hooked onto my own, holding it. It was subtle. It was feminine and calming. It should’ve been completely innocent, but the way the tops of her breasts raised in her corset—the body glitter that sheened across her cleavage and clavicle—carried all the temptations of a gift waiting to be unwrapped. Torn apart. Treasured.

I turned to face her. She was already looking at me with her big pouty lips that begged to be sucked.

We’d barely had a real conversation, but I found myself so instantly comfortable with her, attracted to her beyond anything.

She brought her hands up to my cheeks, pulling me in, as she licked at my nose playfully.

She laughed.

Was it nerves?

Excitement?

God, she had me melting for her before she even had me in bed.

I felt Rafael’s eyes on me, yet mine were glued to hers, memorizing every tiny freckle dusted across her nose. “You’re so pretty,” I told her, leaning in closer.

“For such a cold babe, you’re quite smitten.”

That was it, that was the moment I stopped overthinking, and with a small shaky breath, my lips met hers.

A peck. A wet, suckable, little peck.

I heard her swallow as Rafael’s hand slipped down to the small of my back, clawing me, encouraging me.

Ivanna smiled and pressed forward. She kissed me back, but no sooner as she tried to pull away did I press into her red, stained lips again; needy and hard.

Heat from Rafael’s mouth neared the back of my neck, his firm grip in my hair as I pressed Ivanna against the elevator wall, shoving her.

She grunted, and as I shut my eyes, my body was filled with what felt like a hundred different hands and mouths.

Pinned between two gorgeous and hungry creatures, my dress became loose around my shoulders, my back zipper undone.

No one said a word. And how could we?

We’d lost control, my tongue darting into her mouth, making out like love-starved teenagers with full heavy breaths.

My eyes opened while Ivanna’s sharp nails dug into my ass, squeezing me.

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