Pretending she had no ulterior motive for being naked in the kitchen, Sam went to the coffeepot, found her favorite mug already sitting beside it, waiting for her. That was Logan’s doing, she knew. Elijah’s romantic gestures were more overt, and she honestly appreciated them both equally.
She could feel their eyes on her as she poured her coffee, doctored it with cream and sugar, and took a sip to test it.
“Perfect,” she said, turning around to face them both as she held the mug with both hands.
She smiled at Eli, loving the way his eyes darkened as he blatantly stared at her nakedness. Something else she appreciated about him was that, even after seven years, he still found her sexy.
“Come here, love,” he said with a grin, holding out his arm and gesturing her toward his knee.
Sam waltzed over, casting a sideways look at Logan, who was now standing with his arms crossed over his chest. Obviously he was in a hurry to get out of there, hence the reason she was going to take her time.
Oh, they wouldn’t be late, she would make sure of that, too, but if she had to hurry through her shower simply so she could enjoy a little morning greeting from the men she loved, she would certainly rush to make it happen.
But first, the morning greeting.
Sam stepped into Eli’s arm, let him guide her down to his denim-clad knee as she pretended to only care about the coffee in her hand.
“She thinks she holds all the cards,” Eli said.
“She does,” Logan agreed, still watching her intently.
“I think she might need a lesson in who’s really in charge here.” Eli chuckled. “What do you think?”
Sam’s gaze swung to Logan as he approached slowly. When he reached down to take her coffee mug, she reluctantly handed it over.
“I think she won’t be needing this right now.”
***
Logan was fairly certain his wife wasgoing to be the death of him.
Not that he was complaining about the fact she was tormenting him with her naked form, wandering through the house without a stitch on as though it was an everyday occurrence. Sure, if he had his way, she would be naked a majority of the time. Her long, dark blond hair hanging down her back and over her shoulder, her light green eyes glittering with mischief and promise. Those sultry lips, her luscious tits, the gentle curve of her waist, the sexy swell of her hips, and the sweet juncture between her trim thighs. Every inch of her beckoned to every inch of him, even when he knew they didn’t have time to waste.
After setting her coffee mug on the counter, Logan returned to where she was perched on Eli’s thigh. Sam smiled up at him, clearly daring him to do his worst, and he suspected she thought he wouldn’t.
But Logan wasn’t the sort of man who backed down from a dare, and he damn sure wasn’t about to start now.
“I haven’t had breakfast yet,” he said, holding her gaze. “And now I know what I’m hungry for.”
He loved the way Sam’s eyes glazed over at the promise in his tone.
Logan held out his hand to her, waited to see if she would take it. She glanced at Eli and smiled before laying her hand in his, allowing Logan to help her to her feet. It had been a while since they’d enjoyed an early-morning feast at this table, and today seemed like as good a day as any.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked with a giggle when Logan spun her around and backed her against it.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, is it not?”
Her eyes remained locked on his face as he assisted her onto the table, urging her back until he could settle her heels on the edge. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle, positioning her the way he wanted her, loving the way her nipples pebbled into hard little points.
“You do know if we miss our flight, I will paddle your ass,” he grumbled, pressing her knees wide.
“Then you should let me take a shower,” she countered.
“Too late for that.”
Logan leaned in and breathed in the musky scent of her sex as he used his fingers to separate her slick folds, admiring her lovely pussy. He let his breath fan over her flesh, enjoying the way her stomach tightened and her legs trembled with anticipation. His wife did love having her pussy eaten, and since it was one of his favorite things, too, these encounters were a frequent occurrence in this house.
When Elijah reached over to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple until it drew up impossibly tight, Logan leaned in and swept his tongue over her. He lightly licked her entrance then her clit, but he wasn’t about to give her what she wanted. He sucked on her labia, realizing she’d been waxed smooth very recently, something he found immensely erotic.
