That wasn’t something she could deny.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Call him.”
CHAPTER3
Peter
Peter had been standing in the hall outside the bedchamber for around a quarter of an hour, but it had felt like the longest lifetime. He stared at the shut door, too thick to hear the occupants inside and tried to imagine just what the hell was happening in there.
When the marquess had asked him to meet here, Peter had to admit that a dozen thoughts had gone through his mind. One of them had been that perhaps Egerton, himself, wanted to meet for an assignation. After all, Peter was well aware of the tension in the air between them any time they were together. They exchanged…looks. And he was a man with enough experience to know what those looks meant.
But now he had to wonder if that had always been about Merry after all. Sharing Merry.
The idea of it…all of it…made Peter hard as steel. The only reason why he’d at all entertain the notion of fucking Merritt while her husband watched. Or played along.
“Christ,” Peter muttered, and ran a hand through his hair.
The door to the chamber opened and Egerton motioned him in. Peter drew a deep breath and entered. He came to a stop just inside and stared at the remarkable vision before him.
Merry was on the huge bed on the opposite side of the room, propped up on pillows. She was entirely naked. He’d never seen her naked and it was…spectacular. His mouth dropped open as he took her in, all gorgeous curves that led to a wet sex between her spread legs. She was practically writhing, like she’d already been set on edge.
He glanced at Egerton and the marquess arched a brow and shrugged ever so slightly. His doing, it seemed. He and Merry had obviously come to an accord.
“Go to her,” Egerton said softly. “Touch her.”
Peter could barely breathe as he stared at Egerton and then let his gaze slide back to Merry. The marquess’s order echoed in his ears, low and hungry. It only added to the erotic element of this situation.
It was also an order Peter found he couldn’t deny. He moved to her slowly, staring as he got closer and closer. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, her lips were wet and slightly parted. Her gaze was glassy with desire.
“Peter?” she whispered.
It was a question. A request for permission to want this. And he realized in that moment that he would never deny her. He couldn’t. Not after all this time apart, after all the fantasies of just this moment when she was spread out in offering before him.
“May I touch you?” he asked.
She nodded, desperate. “Please!” she cried out.
He glanced back toward the marquess and found Egerton had moved forward, his gaze sharp as he watched them. There was no denying his dilated pupils, nor the outline of his hard cock against his trousers. Egerton was as aroused by this as they both were.
Peter extended a shaking hand and cupped Merry’s chin. She lifted into him, sitting up as he took her mouth like he hadn’t been able to do earlier in the sitting room. The kiss was gentle for but a brief moment and then years of denial turned it wild.
She moaned against his lips and he drove into her, hard and harsh and claiming even though she wasn’t his. She’d never be his, even if he fucked her for days on end. But she still tasted like honey and mint, and he wanted to make her legs shake with pleasure.
He cupped one breast, squeezing and stroking and pinching the sensitive nipple as she shuddered with pleasure beneath him. He slid his hand lower, across her belly and her hip and her thighs, which she parted even wider.
He pulled away then so he could look at his hand on her skin. Look at his fingers as he drew them to the inside of her thigh and then up to cup her wet, hot sex.
Her shaky, hungry cry was so animal that he nearly spent right there and then. He was so focused on her, on touching her, that he hadn’t noticed Egerton had moved. He leaned in closer, his body heat permeating Peter’s jacket as he passed by. The marquess climbed onto the bed, dragging a hand up the center of Merry’s trembling body and then stroking his thumb across her lip as she licked and bit at him.
Gently, he positioned himself behind her on the pillows, shifting her until she was sprawled against his chest. He met Peter’s eyes as he cupped his wife’s breasts and began to stroke gently, then harder, strumming her nipples as she turned her face against him with gasps and moans.
“Make her come,” Egerton ordered. “With your mouth. Now.”
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Merritt
Merritt heard Elliot’s outrageous order. She almost came undone with just those words. With his touch against her breasts merged with Peter’s fingers pressed against her pussy. She stared down at him. Would he do as Elliot asked? Or would this prove to be too much and make him back away?
