“Jesse,” Knox began, a note of warning in his voice.
“Can I?”Chloe interrupted.
Jesse grinned.“Yeah, can she?”
Knox shot his husband a glare, then dropped his gaze to Chloe.“I don’t need a blow job.”
“Of course, you don’t,” she scoffed, scrambling around to face him.“No one everneedsa blow job.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jesse muttered.
“But if you wouldn’t mind,” she continued, “I’d like to give you one.”
He looked at her, confusion in those misty eyes.“You don’t have to.”
“I know.”She shrugged.“That’s why I want to.”
The confusion faded, desire edging in to take its place, and his mouth curved in that slow, sexy smile.“Then I’d be honored.”
Delighted—and oddly moved—she smiled.“Really?”
He nodded, and Jesse crowed, “Hot damn!I’ll get a towel.”
He leapt up from the floor and dashed to the bath.On the couch, Knox lifted a hand to her cheek.“You’re not doing this just because he brought it up, are you?Because—”
She shook her head.“No, no.I really do want to.”
“Then I’ll let you.But I have a request.”
She nodded, eager to please.“What?”
“Kiss me first.”
“Okay,” she agreed and leaned forward.
He took her mouth slowly, deeply, and she lost herself in the kiss.All but drowning in it, she only surfaced when Jesse cleared his throat.
“Do you guys want to be alone?”he asked, and she thought hazily it might have actually been a serious question.
“No,” she managed and, with a last look into the misty depths of Knox’s eyes, turned to smile at Jesse.“I need you to tell me what he likes.”
“I’ve always wanted to direct,” Jesse quipped, though that oddly solemn note remained in his voice.”
Knox’s chuckle was ragged.“Shut up, Jesse.”
“Get your pants off, Knox,” Jesse replied.
“Oh, yes.”Grateful for the straw to grasp, because the emotion in the room had grown thick and raw, Chloe reached for the waistband of the gray sweats Knox had put on.“Lift up, please.”
He lifted his hips, and she tugged the soft material down to mid-thigh.He hadn’t bothered with underwear, so bare flesh greeted her.Lean muscle, happy trail, and a penis already rising to the occasion.
With a little hum of delight, she stroked him with one finger.Silk over steel, the romance novels liked to say, and it was true.He pulsed against her touch, lengthening, thickening, and wanting to feel it, she wrapped her hand around him as she slid to her knees on the floor.
“He likes rough handling,” Jesse told her.
“Rough how?”she asked.
Jesse lowered himself to sit next to her.“Give it a squeeze.Not too hard, just steady pressure.”
