“Good.” He looked over at Elijah. “You ready?”
Elijah’s eyes sparkled with interest as he set his empty glass aside and pushed to his feet. Sam stepped into him as he moved closer, his hand sliding down her back, pulling her against him before leaning in and pressing his mouth to hers.
“I’m seconds away from stripping you naked and taking you right here,” he rasped against her lips.
He was in rare form tonight, she realized. Usually, he wasn’t much into public displays of affection. Notthispublic, anyway. That didn’t mean she hadn’t been screwed silly right here in the main area, because she had. More times than she could count. Most of the time, Logan and Elijah were discreet about it, tormenting her endlessly as they fucked her while she sat on their lap.
“We’re in the massage room tonight,” Logan said when he stepped up behind her.
Sam’s body warmed instantly. She loved the massage room because it usually meant she would spend at least an hour getting teased and tormented by their skilled hands. Add the fact that it was an observing room—which meant anyone who ventured to the second floor would have a clear view inside—and she knew she was in for something hot.
“Come on, baby,” Logan said, taking her hand. “Let’s get you loose and relaxed.”
She sighed, smiling as she let him lead the way. With every step they took to the second floor, her anticipation grew exponentially. Sam couldn’t count how many times they’d played at Devotion, but it didn’t seem to matter. Every time felt like the first because she didn’t know what to expect, and she suspected Logan did that on purpose.
“After you,” he said when he opened the door to their designated room.
She stepped inside and sighed again. There was a padded table in the center of the room, the lights were dimmed, soft music playing overhead, and rose petals were scattered throughout. Although she knew it was going to be carnal by design, she sensed Logan had romance on the brain tonight. He did that. He was always looking at it from every angle, not just the lascivious one.
“Is this for me?” she asked, moving closer to the table.
Logan moved over to the small metal cart and lifted the drape that had concealed the contents. “These are for you, too.”
Her eyes shot to the variety of tools displayed, several still sealed in their original packaging. “Is that…?”
Oh, God.
“A violet wand?” He chuckled softly. “It is.”
“I thought you said massage.”
“I never specified,” he corrected, nodding toward Elijah.
In all fairness, he hadn’t, but Sam would’ve appreciated a little warning. While she enjoyed the electric stimulation from time to time, it wasn’t her favorite.
Elijah moved toward her, motioning with a twirl of his hand for her to turn around.
She turned her back to him, exhaled when she felt the warmth of his body against her.
“I think it’s time to get you out of these clothes.”
Sam didn’t move as Elijah began to methodically strip every piece of clothing from her body. It was a sensual dance, one that was meant as a seduction, a distraction, and possibly a show for anyone standing on the other side of that two-way mirror. Sam couldn’t see through it, which amped up the sensation of being watched, regardless of whether anyone was out there or not.
She tried not to focus on Logan, who was prepping the tools he intended to use. She paid attention to the gentle brush of Elijah’s fingers against her skin as he seduced her with his touch and his wicked mouth.
When she was naked, Logan finished up what he was doing and motioned for her to get on the table.
“Facedown, first,” he instructed.
With Elijah’s help, she positioned herself on the table, her body humming with anticipation and a hint of fear. She knew the violet wand wouldn’t hurt, but it did take quite a bit of effort to endure. She didn’t know whether that was the case for everyone, but it was for her.
“I’ll give you two choices,” Logan said, his voice low, his fingers skimming her from shoulder to calf as he moved around the table.
If one of those options didn’t involve that violet wand, she knew which choice already.
“Choose the violet wand, and we’ll start slow and end with a one-hour massage. We’ll focus entirely on you the entire time.”
“Or?” she asked, hating that he would hear the concern in her tone.
