I love her style, her confidence.
In the nineties, she would’ve been called fat. Today, she’s a starlet of vaudeville, performing at high-end venues that are almost always sold out, and she even launched a lingerie line that has spiced up its share of marriages over the pastfew years.
Her moves hypnotize me, and when I glance around me to see if the Morgan brothers are equally enticed, I find them mostly looking at me. Watching. Admiring. Half smiles on their faces.
“The only difference between you and Rita is that she fully embraced her figure,” Cole says, his lips brushing against my ear.
The effect is immediate; a fire ignites in my chest as I soften in his close proximity. “I was caught off guard,” I say. “Otherwise, I never would’ve allowed Terrence to treat me that way.”
“I know, but that’s over. What matters is what you do now, in this moment,” he replies as the music floats through the air. “We’ve made our intentions clear, Willow. How will you respond?”
He kisses the side of my neck, and I moan softly, an unexpected reaction, one I cannot control, as his fingers trail up my thigh.
We’re in public; there are people everywhere around us. But no one is watching, and the high sides of the booth add an extra layer of intimacy. It’s so naughty, so delicious, to even think about how far we could take this.
“I’ve shown my share of restraint and composure. They didn’t help me much,” I say to him. “Might as well see where this takes us.”
Cole kisses me, deeply, hungrily, our tongues clash, as unbridled passion sizzles between us. Asher’s hand moves up my left thigh, and he trails kisses along the side of my bare neck.
When I turn my head to meet him, he lets out a heavy sigh out. “You’re going to drive us wild, Willow. I can tell.”
“How? How can you tell?”
Under the table, I feel Toby lift my leg and remove my stiletto shoe, gently but purposely massaging my foot. His touch sends chills up my spine, causing liquid heat to pool between my legs as I look at him. The ravenous hunger in his eyes tells me everything I need to know.
The chemistry isn’t just palpable; It’s explosive and is eager to consume.
The further we go, the more I allow, and the harder it is for me to remember who I was when we first met, when I said yes to this date, when I chose to move forward rather than focus on being wounded.
“Because your body speaks to us in a language we understand,” Asher says.
His hand slips between my legs. His fingers find my lace panties already soaked while a tightness grows in my lower half, a desperate need to be filled.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper as his fingers press against my clit, finding it swollen, even through the soft fabric.
Cole cups my cheek and pulls me into another kiss. “You can’t lie to us, Willow.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You smell sweet, like honey and orange blossoms,” Asher whispers and lets his tongue trail invisible, slick patterns all the way down to my collarbone.
I tilt my head back and let Cole’s tongue expertly tangle me into a heated frenzy, while Toby leans slightly forward so his hands can massage my calf and reach for that soft,inner part of my knee. I’m clenching tighter and tighter, begging for release, when all three men pause and move back.
“No…” I manage. “Why’d you stop?”
My heart almost collapses. Asher’s fingers needed to finish what they started.
“We’ll have dessert first,” Toby says. “And then we’ll move this to my place, if you’re agreeable.”
“If I’m agreeable…”
“You decide, Willow. It’s all up to you,” Cole says.
Toby’s penthousein Upper Manhattan is massive. Sprawling over one corner of the twentieth floor, it has a gorgeous view of the city at night, all skyscrapers and twinkling lights. A solitary moon watches from above while the shadows of Central Park deepen in the darkness.
I stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows, buzzed from the champagne, as I let my bare feet grow accustomed to the cool, hardwood floor. It feels nice after an entire evening wearing high heels.
“You have a beautiful view,” I tell Toby.
