“What kind of possibilities?” I venture.
Hale’s gaze darkens. I feel an inexplicable desire to fall in a heap on the floor and crawl toward him. Noah snorts, probably reading that thought in my expression. Evan politely pretends to rub his jaw to hide a smile.
Honestly, I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life. I think I might actually explode.
“Do you want to discuss it, Lila?” asks Hale. “Or would you like me to show you what’s on my mind?”
We should talk about it. We should be practical. Logical. We should…
“We…” My voice goes raspy for a moment. “I think perhaps I would appreciate a demonstration.”
“Alright then.” Hale readjusts in the armchair, as casual and confident as a king. “That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing, but I think we’d all rather see it on the floor. Am I right, boys?”
“For sure,” Noah answers.
Evan gives me a wordless, encouraging nod.
I can do this. I want this.
I reach for the hem of my dress and pull it up over my head in one motion that is, thankfully, reasonably graceful. My first instinct is to drape it neatly on the nearest piece of furniture, but Hale said they wanted it on the floor, so I let it drop.
All three of them stare at me standing before them in nothing but a lacy set and red heels.
When I move to kick off the latter, Evan shakes his head. “Keep them on.”
Hale hums in agreement, then beckons me toward him.
Fuck, this is really happening.
I come to stand between his spread knees, gazing down at him. His hands remain on the armrests, that wickedly dark gaze doing all the touching for a moment.
“Nothing happens unless you want it to, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“I mean it, Lila. All you have to do is say ‘stop’ and we’ll pump the brakes. No questions asked.”
“I know. I trust you.”
He sits up a little. I feel Evan’s and Noah’s eyes on my back as he glides his palms up from my thighs to my hips, along the curve of my waist, and then around to the clasp of my bra below my shoulder blades.
It pops free, and I let it drop to the floor and suddenly all movement stops. Noah’s eyes go wide. “Christ, Lila…those perfect tits.” He steps closer, “So full and pretty, look at those tight little nipples just begging for us.”
Evan exhales shakily behind me. “Fuck, baby, you are stunning.
I expect Hale to touch me, to see my pebbled nipples and know that I want him to pinch and caress and bite to his heart’s content.
Instead, with a knowing gleam in his eye, Hale slides his hands back down to my hips and tugs the thong down to my ankles. I kick it aside.
Hale’s gaze burns into me. “Turn slowly. Let them see what’s theirs tonight.”
“Fucking hell,” Noah murmurs behind me.
“Yeah,” Evan agrees.
Hale reaches for the buttons of his shirt, undoing as he instructs me,
I face the other two, biting my lip when I note their hands resting strategically over the fronts of their own pants. Behind me, there’s a rustle of fabric, and when I glance to the side, Hale’s shirt joins my lingerie on the floor.
