She got up and moved toward him, watching his pupils dilate as she did so. He wanted her, even though he’d already had her. Amazing. She’d for so long convinced herself that no man could. Now there were two who did.
“May I ask you a question?”
His eyebrows lifted. She could tell he wanted to push the subject of her future, but didn’t. “Of course.”
“How did you know you were attracted to both women and men?”
He shook his head. “I just did. Always. I think pleasure is meant to be sought, and I find it a great deal of places. Does that bother you?”
His expression betrayed how much her answer meant and she didn’t intend to withhold it for long. But before she could say anything, she heard Oliver’s voice behind her, “I’m very interested in that answer, as well.”
She turned to find him standing in the doorway. Unlike them, he was fully dressed, back in the plain garb he wore as her servant. But he wasn’t looking at her like he was hers to command. In that moment there was a possessive hunger on his face. And she couldn’t wait to see where it led.
* * *
Ezra
Ezra couldn’t breathe as he stared at Oliver, standing in his studio door. The fact that he and Anna were in various states of undress and the other man was fully clothed somehow added to the charged element in the room. They could be at his mercy if he could just let go of his fear of crossing the line.
What would that be like?
Anna cleared her throat, and his attention was returned to her and the answer she had been about to give. He thought he already knew it, but he wanted to hear it. He thought Oliverneededto.
“I like seeing you together.” She stepped toward Ezra again, closer. He moved around from behind the canvas where he’d been painting and she slid up beside him, pushing her body against his. Together they looked at Oliver.
Oliver shifted at the door, swallowing hard. Ezra supposed that was what she wanted. To toy with him. To tempt him. Ezra was more than willing to play along. In the end, they would all have what they wanted. What they needed.
“I like it when you both touch me,” Anna continued, and leaned up to pepper light kisses against his neck.
Ezra didn’t look at her, but at Oliver, holding his gaze steadily. “And have you ever been shared?”
He felt Anna stiffen at his side. “No,” she whispered. Whimpered.
“Would you like it?” Ezra asked. Asked her. Asked Oliver, too.
Oliver was nodding as Anna said, “Yes.”
“We could do that here,” Ezra said. “But because this isn’t for the painting…it is most definitely purely for my pleasure, and both of yours, I’d like to go back to my bedroom. And I want to share her with you, Oliver.”
“I want that too,” Oliver croaked.
Ezra smiled and then, without warning, he swept Anna up, tossing her over his shoulder like he was a conquering Viking about to claim his plunder. She squealed in arousal and delight, laughing as he carried her across the room. Her laughter faded when he caressed her backside through the silky robe. Then she moaned.
And he knew he was about to have an explosive morning.
CHAPTER8
Oliver
Oliver was shaking as he followed Ezra into the other man’s room and watched as he tossed Anna back onto the bed where they had all slept the night before. Oliver had the powerful knowledge that he didn’t belong here, that he wasn’t worthy of the pleasures both these remarkable people wanted to share with him.
But he didn’t leave. He couldn’t. Not when he was getting to live out his every wicked fantasy. He pushed the thoughts from his head and moved toward Anna, untying her robe gently and lowering it from her shoulders so that she was naked again. He would never grow accustomed to getting to see her like this. It would always be a stunning dream that he feared he would wake from.
Ezra removed his trousers quickly and that was a dream too. Oliver had been with his first man a decade before, but those encounters were nothing like what he’d felt with Ezra. This was no quick exchange of pleasure in the dark. This was something else.
But he couldn’t dwell on that or analyze it. So he pushed it away and leaned down to kiss Anna. She lifted against him, murmuring softly and tickling his lips with her soft breath. The kiss slowed and deepened, and he drowned in the feel of her, the taste of her.
“Give her to me,” Ezra said, moving to stand behind Anna, letting his hands trail over her skin. His fingers brushed Oliver’s as they crossed, and Oliver shivered as he pulled away. There was a possessive glitter in the other man’s stare, something dark and needy and it stirred jealousy and desire in equal measure.
