Page 54 of High Seduction
How close to the edge could Tim take her without pushing her over?
He stood and held out a hand. She rose to her feet, adjusting to balance the strange sensation of the vibrator.
Tim’s smile softened as he waited for her to stop wiggling. “Does it feel strange?”
“Edgy. Different.” Erin glared at him. “If it falls out while your friend is in the room, I’m warning you now you’re the one who has to explain.”
“It won’t fall out,” Tim soothed her, walking her slowly toward the living space with the massive leather couches. “It’s made so you can wear it while we have sex.”
Oh.
He grinned. “And if it did fall out? Matt already knows what it is—I found it in our room. Brand-new out of the box. There was a nice assortment of toys to choose from.”
Choice swear words flooded her brain. “Maybe it was his personal shopper at work again stocking the shelves, did you think of that? Or do youknowhe’s a sex toy connoisseur, and if you do know that for sure, that’s pretty damn kinky.”
“Why?” Tim asked. “Are you going to wonder if he knows that you’re excited? Will he look at you and imagine seeing you panting with excitement, trembling on the edge of orgasm?”
He clicked the on button as he spoke, and the lightest of caresses resumed. Even on low, Erin had to deliberately relax to complete the journey to the couch without stumbling.
Adding the sensation of the vibrator to Tim’s words lit her brain and body on fire. “And does Matt like to watch?” she murmured, twining her fingers in his.
Tim seated her, then joined her on the buttery-soft leather. “Matt is a voyeur, yes. That’s one of the things he enjoys very much.”
The thrill of excitement rushing her had to be tempered with reality. “No cameras in our suite, are there?”
Tim shook his head. “He’s not rude, Erin.”
The door opened before she could respond, and a hearty hello rang out as Matt joined them.
No longer covered by layers of winter clothing, Matt was even more impressive. Erin instinctively glanced between the two men, contrasting the easy power they displayed. Tim wore his confidence like a well-aged leather coat, and she could imagine him at ease with brass knuckles and a knife visible at his hip. Another quick peek let her admire the five o’clock shadow he hadn’t bothered to shave. The strong hands he used to dole out caresses with the same competence with which he handled a scalpel or a rope. Dangerous from the first glance—dangerous and delicious.
On the other side of the equation, Matt was a boardroom knight. Pristine except for his hair, which was a shambles again. White button-down shirt, dress pants. Clean-shaven and clear eyes as he glanced around the room, then focused directly on them. The kind of decision maker who would make million-dollar choices without breaking a sweat. The kind corporations wanted on their side, not bidding against them.
The lone downfall to the rest of his cool, debonair appearance—Matt had rolled up his sleeves. Just like that, Erin got entangled in staring at his forearms and hands—and wasn’t that just wrong, to be turned on by the sight of strong forearms with their dusting of hair?
Matt strode across the room, unaware she was sexually objectifying his arms.
“Did you have enough to eat?” he asked, coming to a stop by her feet.
She pulled on her best manners, hoping that her strange, instant attraction to the man hadn’t made her drool. It had to be the vibrator turning everything around her into one giant aphrodisiac. “Dinner was incredible. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Their host dragged a hand through his hair, and Erin smiled. She’d guessed that part right—the gesture was obviously a habit with him, and totally explained the ends standing every which way as he twisted to the sideboard. “And that’s enough politeness for one night. Relax, make yourself comfortable. What are you having in your coffee, or with your coffee? I saw Jason in the hall and he’s bringing in some ghastly sweet thing made of chocolate and whipped cream in a minute.”
Erin opened her mouth to answer.
Tim adjusted the speed on the vibrator and instead of air going out she gasped, fingers tightening on his. She coughed lightly to cover her tracks, then tore her gaze off Tim’s grinning face to look into Matt’s questioning expression.
“Pour us all brandies,” Tim suggested, his tone just shy of an order.
Matt hesitated. He glanced between Erin and Tim, and his smile widened.
Whatever secret codes the guys had going, Erin hadn’t missed the crystal-clear message—Matt wasn’t the least surprised by Tim taking charge in his home, and more than that, Matt didn’t seem to mind one bit.
There was no mistaking the increased heat in his tone as he moved to comply. “Stay where you are. I’ll bring them to you.”
“Erin will help.” Tim urged her forward, his hand resting intimately on her lower back. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m glad you like Matt. He seems to like you as well. Perhaps we need to explore this a little. Yes?”
He pushed her toward the sideboard.
