The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(120)

“The playroom,” she breathed, knowing instantly.

“We’ll put your prints into the system,” Zane said. “That plus those keys will give you access to anything in the house.”

Rebecca dropped the gold chain around her neck. The weight of the key fell gently between her breasts.

“Thank you,” she said, her heart beating fast and strong. “I accept your very kind offer to move in with you.”

“Good.” Zane’s blue eyes met hers with breath-stealing directness. “Let’s go home and fuck ourselves silly.”





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN



The Cherry on the Top

REBECCA deserved a medal for not attacking the men in the car. They seemed to expect it. Both had erections when they got out.

“We’ve done the garage,” she said airily, though her body was simmering. “Please follow me to the house.”

Zane chuckled behind her. “Have something in mind?”

She didn’t answer, just smiled to herself. Inside, the mansion had its usual nocturnal hush, twinkling with just enough tasteful lights to see by. She was carrying her heels and consequently dared to add an extra sway to her hips. It would have been a shame not to. The formfitting dress was made for it.

“Look out, Trouble,” Trey said, apparently liking what he saw.

She stopped outside the elegant period elevator.

“Have you swept the place?” she asked Zane.

His focus took a second to travel back to her face. He’d been distracted by the dip of her neckline, in which the key now hung. “You mean for surveillance? Yes. Top to bottom. Nothing’s here apart from the security that should be.”

Smiling, she turned to Trey, where her eyes widened. She’d caught him tugging the crotch of his trousers to make room for his bulge. “When you’re done there, big boy, could you work the door for me?”

“It’s been a while,” he explained, grinning.

“Not since Showergate,” she agreed.

Trey laughed and opened the folding gate. Feeling like a femme fatale, Rebecca sauntered into the car. The walls were dark wood with art deco detailing. She pressed her back to one age-tarnished handrail and dropped the shoes she’d been holding.

“Please join me,” she said to the men.

Zane stepped in cautiously, like he thought she might bite. “You sure you don’t want to wait until we get to our bed?”

“I have elevator fantasies.”

“Trouble,” Trey repeated, his eyes twinkling.

Now that she had the men’s attention, Rebecca shimmied the bottom of her short skirt to her hips, where the velvet’s slight stretch held it. For the first time in her life, she wore honest-to-God silk stockings and a lace garter belt. She’d found both in the stash of clothing Zane bought for her. Her tiny black panties matched, though she wasn’t flashing that much of them.

Zane swallowed at the visual. “You have the best girl thighs in the world,” he swore.

She grinned, appreciating the distinction. Trey had nice thighs too, after all. She noticed Zane’s tuxedo jacket was slung over his forearm.

“Please give that to Trey,” she said.

Neither man seemed to mind catering to her whims. Trey accepted Zane’s jacket. “Shall I shut the door?” he offered.

She nodded, and he closed them into the wood-lined space. He knew better than to take them to the third floor. They weren’t leaving here just yet. Already caught in the spell, Zane couldn’t look away from her. He wet his sumptuous lips, seeming nervous and excited. If she had her way, she’d turn the heat up under both reactions.

“Unzip,” she said, the order husky, “but don’t unbutton.”

Wincing at the trickiness of the task, Zane lowered his zipper tab. His pleated shirt was tucked in. His big erection pushed a stretch of white through the slit.

“Reach back for the railing,” Rebecca said. “Don’t let go unless I tell you.”

Behind her, Trey’s breathing hitched and then sped up. He liked this game where she was the boss as much as she’d hoped he would. Lips turning up with pleasure, she stepped toe to toe with Zane. His eyes went dark as she dug through his shirt and into his briefs for the hot silk of his organ. His arm muscles bulged in his sleeves as he restrained his impulse to move them.

“Nice,” she said when she found and stroked his erection.

She pulled it gently through the opening in his trousers. She knew Zane enjoyed that, but he controlled himself.

“This isn’t fucking each other silly,” he pointed out almost evenly.#p#分页标题#e#

“Fucking each other silly is the main course. This is the appetizer.”