Summer responded with a sexy chuckle as she gazed at Kemp. Her beautiful hazel eyes glimmered with desire. “Like there was ever a question I wouldn’t.”
Kemp kissed her again and could’ve done a victory dance when she held on to his biceps and returned the kiss hungrily. Relief flooded through him as he thanked her with his lips. Her soft palm on his cheek was an unspeakably tender gesture, and his heart felt a little achy for her. He promised himself he’d think before he acted in the future.
His cock jerked when she slowly broke the kiss and turned her head toward Ace, seeking his lips as well. Lust exploded inside Kemp, and his doubts about how he’d feel if she shared passion with both of them simultaneously were laid to rest. She looked lovely, filled with passion as she tasted Ace’s lips and drew him into a deeper kiss. Kemp pressed his lips to her silky throat, felt her pounding pulse, and flicked it with his tongue. She shuddered all over, and Ace plundered her mouth.
Ace voiced Kemp’s desire when he murmured, “Come back inside with us, Summer.”
Chapter Five
Summer’s body sizzled with desire as she processed the words Ace spoke. She was standing out on the front stoop of the shop, pressed between two hard, virile men, for the whole world to see, ready to be their love slave.
She tried to find her voice, but then Kemp’s warm lips traveled up the column of her throat and her whole body vibrated with need. Any thought of being mad at him was gone the moment he’d smiled with apology in his eyes and held out the bouquet. It had been a long time since a man had given her flowers, and she’d never received a handpicked bouquet before.
Kemp whispered in a gravelly voice, “Let me make it up to you, darlin’.”
Her pussy convulsed at how he might go about making it up to her. If the simply enormous erections pressed against her abdomen and ass were trustworthy indicators, she could rely on the fact that the drenched satin thong she was wearing was coming off first thing.
“Yes. Wait! No.” Reason tried to surface momentarily as she whispered, “I’m not sleeping with either one of you right now.”
Kemp grinned and gave her a sexy chuckle. “No, you’re not. We’re all very much awake right now.”
She pushed ineffectually at his chest. “You know what I mean. I’m not a slut. I don’t jump into bed with men I barely know.”
Ace replied, “We’re not asking you to, kitten. Kemp just wants to make you feel good. We’d never think you were a slut.”
“We want to do this for you and I want to do more than just ask for your forgiveness. Let me earn it.”
Without even realizing it, she’d allowed them to walk her right back into the shop. Distracted by the heat and softness of Ace’s lips and tongue on her throat, she barely heard the metallic click as the deadbolt on the front door slid home.
She squealed in fear as Kemp effortlessly lifted her in his arms and laid her on the large oak-topped lingerie cabinet. She struggled to sit upright until Ace came to her side and pressed his lips to hers while pressing her shoulders down. The sensation of being lifted onto the counter had unsettled her equilibrium. She wasn’t used to being lifted in a man’s arms, and it had scared her a bit. But her world settled as they caressed her with their warm hands and held her securely.
She panted lightly in their grasp as Ace’s strong hands kneaded her shoulders before sliding to both breasts. She’d always lamented not having sensitive breasts and nipples and couldn’t believe how urgently her body responded to his touch. Her pussy quaked as he brushed his thumbs over her hardened nipples, and she cried out when Kemp’s callused hand slid up her calf until his fingertips stroked her inner thigh beneath the hem of her skirt. She no longer cared how she must look splayed out on the work surface as she turned to warm, pliable putty in their capable hands.
“The door is locked, darlin’. No one can see in,” Kemp murmured as his fingers stroked ever higher on her inner thigh, inspiring an almost orgasmic trembling inside her. Five inches higher and he’d know just how wet his touch made her. Her pussy had pooled with desire practically from Kemp’s first touch at her ankle. “Let me show you how much I want you.”
“You’ll love it if you do, Summer. Let Kemp make you feel good,” Ace cajoled softly at her ear.
Ace gathered her skirt slowly in his grasp, and she felt the hem inch up her thighs. Kemp’s lips followed the hemline ever higher.
“Please, darlin’.”
Desire sizzled through her as it dawned on her that he waited for permission this time. “Yes. Yes, Kemp.”