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“Josie, time to fess up. What are you thinking?” Chance asked as Sam lowered her onto the bed. “I’m going to see more than just your naked chests tonight,” she sighed. “You two are my very own man buffet.”

Chapter 15

Sam gave Chance a hard look. If his friend started laughing again, he was going to kill him.

Man buffet?

Ah, what the fuck? As far as he was concerned, Josie was a goddamn banquet. But seriously, he needed to get her back to the here and now. He circled his arm around her head and placed a teasing kiss against her lips. One. Then another. Again, and again, until she followed his lead. When she grabbed his head to force a deeper kiss, he smiled against her lush lips.

He let her lead, loving it when she parted his smile with her tongue, and he slid his against hers making her whimper. He toyed with her hair with one hand and moved his other to caress her breast through the pink satin top that had been driving him nuts all night.

Josie jerked. Sam lifted his head and saw that Chance was kneading the arches of her foot with one hand as his other was stroking upwards under the hem of her pencil skirt. Another item of clothing he thought would kill him.

“Can I?”

“What, Honey?” Sam asked. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“Can you take off your shirt? Both of you. I’ve fantasized about that. I want to see. I want to touch.”

Sam didn’t have to look at his friend to know he was grinning.

“Done,” Chance said. Yep, Chance was already bare-chested.

“Can you help me?” Sam asked.

My plan’s better, Sam thought, because Josie was slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. With each button, she raked her fingers through his chest hair. She was midway through his buttons when she parted the shirt and placed an open-mouthed kiss on his chest.

Sam groaned. “Again.”

She undid two more buttons and wrapped her arms around his waist then suckled his nipple. Sam thought he might come in his slacks, he was so turned on.

“She’s wearing stockings and a garter belt,” Chance said with glee.

Oh yeah, he definitely had to stop her. He wasn’t going to last knowing what was underneath her clothes.

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Chance pushed up her skirt even farther so he could unsnap her garter and start to unpeel her stockings. First one, then the other. Oh God, she had gorgeous legs, but it was her plump thighs that did it for him. She wasn’t ticklish, but she was sensitive when she was intimately touched.

As he stroked back up her naked legs, he didn’t want her skirt bunched up around her waist, instead he found the side zipper and tugged it down.

“Lift up.”

She didn’t respond, she was too enthralled with Sam’s chest. Chance tried again.

“Josie, lift up, I want to take off your skirt.”

Still nothing.

“Sam, a little help?”

Chance watched as Sam pulled Josie’s hair, and she whimpered. “No, don’t wanna stop.”

“Zee, lift your hips, I need to get this skirt off you,” Chance said again.

“Fine,” was her disgruntled answer as she arched up.

He hissed in as the white satin garter belt was revealed. “Sam, you seeing this?”