Hips moving with more urgency, I gripped his shoulders, thighs burning from the activity. He clung to the boxing bag, the veins in his arms standing out. Need drove me and I lickedthe indent at his shoulders, tasting the salty tang of his skin. In my mind, I would always remember him this way, burden-free and eager to follow his passions. I closed my eyes, absorbing everything I could about him.
A slender hand drifted down my back. My other lover slipped behind me to run her fingertip along the sensitive nerves at my center, igniting the fire in my blood to a greater heat. She spread warm kisses down my back, her nipples scoring my flesh. It was too much. I let the pleasure wash over me, unable to stop the grin of satisfaction from forming.
I loved them both for different reasons. Moran was my friend and confidant. Since meeting Birdie, she had filled a similar role in my life. Both had hidden who they were, and in a way, so had I. I followed in my father’s footsteps because it was expected of me.
My future would take a different path but there were a few constants that would never change. The Duke and Duchess of Moreland were my lovers. I might have let my prejudices against the aristocracy jade my way of thinking. Except I had been set straight by these two generous people.
Moran was my past and Birdie had cemented herself into my future. Both would be forever in my mind and each held a special place in my heart.
Chapter Forty-Five
Lady Bernice, Duchess of Moreland
I lifted my arms over my head, and opened my eyes. Morning sunlight streamed inside our bedroom at the publishing house. After the romp in the office, we stumbled upstairs and fell into bed. Ash and Moran flanked me, the warmth of their bodies welcome in the early morning chill.
Moran moaned in his sleep, rolling onto his back. I moved my head in my husband’s direction. A tiny thrill passed through me whenever I called him that. He had saved me from a horrifying fate. I had spent one day in jail and it was one day too much. Moran’s description of his incarceration hadn’t been exaggerated.
The linens were snagged around his flat belly and tented with his arousal. I pulled them back to reveal more of his lean frame. My pussy throbbed at the sight. I turned my attention to Ash to see if he was in a similar state.
Hooded eyes met mine. “Some cocks rise in the morning. You can practically set your clock by Moran’s.”
My laughter shook the bed, my love for him deepening every day. If anyone had hinted that I would have two men at my beck and call, each eager to bed me if I simply said the word, I would have thought them daft. “I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every day.”
“Nor I.” He leaned over and skimmed his mouth along my breasts, his fingers seeking my cleft. Anticipation held me enthralled.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, flushing at the question. Ash had yet to bed me properly, only Moran had. Knowing Ash, that was intentional. He was forever playing the matchmaker, which while appreciated, was no longer necessary. “I would like you to bed me.”
“I thought you would never ask.” With a sensual grin, he reached behind him for the box Moran kept there.
“Well, I am asking now. My husband is asleep. I think we might have worn him out,” I said on a giggle.
“I will do what you wish, my lady.” White teeth flashing, he slipped on the condom, my core tightening in anticipation.
“Do not think for one second you are going to leave me out,” Moran said in a sleepy rasp.
“I wouldn’t think of it.” Turning me on my side, Ash pushed my leg up with his, the tip of his cock entering me from behind. Every sensitive nerve flared to life and I arched into his stroke.
Moran spread lazy kisses along my chest, his fingers finding my nipples. While Moran was the surname adopted by his father, I still thought of him thus. I bit my bottom lip as he took my nipple into his mouth. Playing his tongue over the tight flesh, he sucked, the sensations rioting through me.
Ash continued to glide in and out of my body, the heat of his chest warming my back. My husband slid his hand between my legs, teasing the nub between my thighs. How things had changed from when I first answered the advertisement for a job at his publishing house. I had resigned myself to being a spinster, but that had all changed. Instead of one man, I had two.
For now.
I sensed Ash was restless. He spoke of Suzette often and with longing. Once we had a chance to talk, I would encourage him toseek her out. He deserved to be as happy as he was making me right now. Sensations continued to pulse through me, Moran’s fingertip, combined with Ash’s cock pushing me past the brink of sanity. My breath caught on a small ripple of pleasure, a harbinger of things to come.
