His fingers traced the lace edge of my bra, following the line down to where it met my skin. I shivered.
“Prove it,” I challenged.
Juno’s smile turned sharp. “Gladly.”
He kissed me.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t the careful, measured press of lips I’d gotten used to from Stephen, or the bruising, claiming force of Mateo’s mouth. This was Juno, all passion and heat, his tongue sweeping in to stake a claim, his hands tangling in my hair to hold me still. I gasped against him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, and he laughed, a dark, triumphant sound that vibrated through my ribs.
I kissed him back just as hard, biting his lower lip hard enough to make him hiss. His hands slid up my thighs, pushing the skirt of my suit higher, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my tights.
“These,” he decided, “are in the way.”
A sharprip. The delicate fabric gave way under his fingers, the sound obscene in the quiet room.
I broke the kiss, breathing hard. “Those were three hundred euros.”
Juno smirked. “I’ll buy you new ones.”
“You’ll buy hertenpairs,” Stephen corrected, his voice rough. He was standing over us now, his glass abandoned, his eyes dark with something that made my pulse stutter.
Mateo was a step behind Stephen, a wall of heat and cedar and patience. Waiting. Always waiting.
Juno’s hands slid higher, his fingers finding the damp lace of my underwear. He didn’t tease. He didn’t ask. He justtouched, his thumb pressing against my clit with a precision that made my hips jerk.
“Still assessing?” he murmured.
I couldn’t answer. My breath came in short, sharp gasps, my nails digging into the leather beneath me. Juno watched me with a hunger that bordered on reverence, his pupils blown, his scent wrapping around me like a promise.
“Good,” he decided. “Nowfeel.”
His fingers moved.
I arched into the touch, a broken sound tearing from my throat. Juno’s mouth crashed back onto mine, swallowing the noise, his tongue tangling with mine as his fingers worked me with a ruthless, relentless rhythm. All of my senses suddenly felt enhanced. I could smell the whiskey Stephen had been drinking, the sweet rush of Juno’s own arousal, the way his body trembled against mine like he was holding himself back by sheer force of will.
A large hand closed around my ankle.
Mateo.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His touch was a brand as he knelt on the floor in front of me, his fingers sliding up the inside of my thigh, pushing my ruined tights aside. His thumb joined Juno’s, pressing against me from the other side, and the dual pressure sent a jolt through me so violent I nearly came off the sofa.
“Fuck,” I gasped against Juno’s mouth.
“Not yet,” Juno murmured, his voice a dark purr. “We’re taking our time.”
At some point Stephen must have sat down because he was suddenly on the other side of me, opposite Juno, and his fingers had found the clasp of my bra. The lace gave way with a whisper.Cool air hit my bare skin, followed by the heat of his palms, cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they ached.
I was surrounded. Overwhelmed.Owned.
And I had never felt so free.
Juno’s fingers slipped inside me, two, then three, stretching me with a slow, deliberate pressure that made my vision blur. I rocked into the touch, my body moving on instinct, chasing the friction, themore.
“Please,” I heard myself beg.
Juno’s lips curved against mine. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He shifted, his body moving over mine, his cock hard and heavy against my thigh. I reached for him, my fingers wrapping around him, stroking once, twice?—
