The lacy teddy does little to cover her soft skin, dipping low between her perky tits, with a slit so high on her thigh that the tiny panties she’s wearing peek out when she steps forward.
Paired with a towering pair of pumps and deep red lipstick, I’m going to be dreaming about this for the rest of my life.
Asher makes a sound of appreciation beside me, and I can’t help but smirk. All those years ago, when we talked about the possibility of us both pursuing Hannah, I never could have imagined this feeling of pure happiness.
For a man like me who has spent his life sinning, I know I’ll never be worthy of this feeling, but I’ll spend the rest of my life coveting it like the criminal I am.
“Little Doe,” Asher groans, stepping forward and dragging her into his arms.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? Fuck. I think I came in my pants when you stepped out of that dressing room.”
A small giggle tumbles from her throat as she pulls back to look up at him. The love swirling around in her eyes is everything I’ve ever wanted for him. For both of us.
I cage her in, pressing my hardness against her perfect ass. “I hope you’re not too attached to your makeup.”
“Planning on messing it up, Sir?”
I slip my hand around her throat and squeeze, pulling a soft moan from her. “If that pretty red lipstick isn’t smeared over my dick and your face by the time we walk out of here, I’m going to consider it a personal failure.”
“Jesus,” Asher huffs. “If you two keep this up, we might not make it to the room.”
I chuckle. “Something tells me our girl would love being used by us in front of everyone. Wouldn’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But Asher is going to fuck your pretty ass tonight, and that’s one thing I won’t give anyone else a view of—any of our firsts with you.”
She presses her ass against me, shifting from foot to foot. My girl is turned on as hell, and for once, I don’t feel like making her wait.
I want to drag every ounce of pleasure from her perfect body until she begs us to stop.
Asher takes her hand and guides her through the club and down the hallway leading to the private rooms.
As soon as we step over the threshold, I have Hannah pinned against the wall with my hand back around her throat.
Her pupils are blown, her neck and chest flushed.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur, dropping a gentle kiss to her lips.
Asher appears at our side with a plug and lube in hand, and I can’t help but chuckle. He’s eager to get inside her, and if I’m honest with myself, I’m equally so.
Especially when I’d put every dollar I have on her being dripping wet beneath those tiny panties.
“Why don’t you bend over for me, Little Doe?”
“I don’t need to, Sir,” she says, a smile playing on her lips.
“And why’s that, Little One?” I ask.
“Because I already have a plug in my ass. I wanted to make sure I was ready for you.”
Every time I think she can’t get any more perfect for us, she goes ahead and proves me wrong.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
HANNAH
