Page 272 of A Song for You

Cat

Hands to Myself by Selena Gomez

Smiling at the security guard, I step through the doors of Black Label. I wasn’t exactly surprised when I received the invitation from Jay today.

He’s nothing if not a man of his word. He promised he’d give me everything. That he’d be my partner as a parent and as a lover.

A night together, just the two of us, with a break from the responsibilities of parenting and the stress of being CEOs, is exactly what we need.

More specifically, a night of play is exactly what I need.

The erotic soundtrack that floats through the air in the hall that leads to Jay’s office leaves me clenching. Unable to stop myself, I slow my steps and peek around the curtain that leads to the group activity room. As I take in the sight, I clamp down on my bottom lip and let the desire that warms my belly grow.

Hopefully Jay won’t mind that I’m late.

Before me, two women are locked in a passionate kiss while their partners undress them slowly from behind.

One man slides the dress down his girlfriend’s arms, causing her breasts to pop out. Her friend goes straight for her pebbled pink nipples, while her boyfriend claims her mouth. The way they move is choreographed like a ballet.

Pleasure drips down my thighs at the display, and the sensation is all the reminder I need. So I drop the cloth and head to Jay’s office, needy and desperate.

I open the door and immediately stagger back. When I’m steady again, I blink several times, because my eyes must be deceiving me. Beside the bar, Frank stands with a shaker in hand, and his eyes are eating up every inch of me.

“Uh—” My mind goes blank. I literally can’t form a coherent thought, let alone voice it. His shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing the tattoos that snake up his arms. His green eyes remain on me as he grips the shaker tightly, knocking the liquid inside back and forth.

It’s only the sound of Jay’s voice that breaks me from my stupor. “Hello, wife. Did you enjoy the show?”

My eyes dart to him next. He’s sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, white shirt unbuttoned, smirk and come fuck me stare in place.

“What’s going on?” I stammer, hovering in the doorway.

Jay lifts a hand and motions for me with his fingers as he speaks to Frank. “Pour my wife her drink and then join us.”

Heart lurching, I look back to Frank. He’s still focused on me, studying me, like he’s gauging what I’ll do.

Interesting. Because I haven’t quite decided what the fuck I’ll do. I have no idea what’s going on. Has my husband lost his mind?

Cautiously, I shuffle toward Jay and stop a few feet in front of him. “Kiss me, Kitten. And say thank you for your present.”

“What present?” I rasp as I lean down to kiss him.

When I’m within arm’s reach, he pulls me onto his lap and takes my lips in a devastating kiss. His grip is hungry, and each nip of my lips is possessive.

Gaze sharp, intoxicating, he licks his lips and brings his mouth to my ear. “Frank is your present, baby. We’re both going to fuck you tonight.”

Oh.

My thighs clench, and I throb at the mental image of these two men with their hands on me.

As Frank appears beside us with my drink, Jay smirks. “He made it extra dirty, just like you like it.”

Frank grasps my wrist and presses the drink into my hand. “You okay?” he asks far too gently.

My heart rate ticks up and my body heats at his proximity.

Jay squeezes my hips and forces me to my feet, causing my drink to slosh over the rim of the glass. “She’s fucking perfect. Cat got your tongue, Kitten?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. His eyes are almost silver as they roam over my features. “Soon it will be Frank that has your tongue. What do you think about that, baby? Can you handle us both?”

Need tugs at my core and desire pools in my panties.