Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(25)

Then his fingers slid over her clit and rubbed a slow circle. She stared up at him, stunned by the lush desire rolling through her body.

Kellan just smiled. "Let's hear you scream."

"I concur." Tate hovered over them, watching Kell's fingers with rapt, dark eyes.

"Amen, brother," Eric murmured, his hazel eyes glittering.

Kell's mouth descended on hers before she could reply with anything but a moan. She opened automatically. He kissed her hard and deep, possessing her as his tongue slid home in time with his fingers. The pressure built quickly, little lightning bolts of pleasure that jolted her system, making her shudder in his arms.

She tensed, her fever rising. It wasn't long before her skin felt too tight. Her breathing went choppy. She drowned in Kellan's scent and nearness as he drove her up high, where the flames licked her flesh, until the need compelled Belle to spread her legs wider. She tried to break the kiss, toss her head back-but he refused to allow that, instead keeping at her mouth with one hungry kiss after another until she whimpered. Desperation rose right along with sensation. She felt overcome, undone, turned inside out as pleasure converged and unraveled her. No matter how she fought to savor the delicious agony, she couldn't hold back.

As the orgasm burst over her, Kell tore his lips from hers. A long and throaty scream clawed from her chest as euphoric joy drugged her veins and pulsed down her nerve endings. In the aftermath, she panted, utterly dazed.

Yeah, she had been right. She'd never really come until now. They were probably damn proud of themselves for that ear-splitting shriek. No denying she'd loved what they'd given her.



       
         
       
        

"Beautiful," Kell murmured.

As she lay in his arms afterward, Belle felt that way. Finally, she understood why she'd never truly climaxed before. What he'd given her-with the silent support of Eric and Tate-had been more than pleasure. The sense of pure connection couldn't be pretended when she touched herself. It made everything they shared more beautiful and meaningful. It proved she belonged with them. She'd always been able to be herself around them at the office, but to know without a doubt that extended to even the most intimate situations …  God, what a relief.

"I'm so glad I waited," she sighed up at him with a happy grin.

Belle couldn't imagine her first time with anyone except the three of them. Her heart was so full in that moment. They would make it far more meaningful than the simple act of bodies coming together. They would make it a moment that brought them all closer together. Something they would remember their whole lives.

Kellan stiffened. "Waited?"

His word hissed like the crack of a whip. She forced her eyes open. His forbidding frown seized her chest and squeezed hard.

"I'm not glad," Tate argued, gliding his hand down her body until he cupped her thigh. "We wasted a whole year."

"I don't think that's what she meant." Kellan arched a sharp brow her way. "Is it, Annabelle?"

Belle squirmed self-consciously. The sweet haze of desire dissipated, replaced with something cold. Eric looked stunned as he stared, jaw dropped. Tate merely appeared puzzled. He might not understand now, but once he did, he probably wouldn't like the truth any more than the other two.

In that instant, she tried to curl up and cover herself. Her nudity had seemed sexy earlier. Now she was keenly aware of her vulnerability. How had everything changed with one sentence? If they really cared about her and wanted her for more than the night, her virginity wouldn't disappoint them. How had she read the situation so wrong? Or had they misled her for a piece of ass? God, she felt so humiliated.

Tears threatened. Damn it, she had to get out of here.

As she tried to scramble to her feet, tears clouded her eyes. Belle couldn't see, couldn't quite get her balance. Kellan didn't try to hold her down, thank goodness, but she was too unsteady to stand.

"Help me, please," she beseeched Tate.

His arms wound around her and he dragged her to her feet, into his arms. Belle curled against him, shielding as much of her body from Kellan's searing stare as she could. Crap, where had her dress gone?

Tate's concerned gaze sought hers. "What's the matter? Tell me what you meant. If there's a problem, we'll find a logical solution." 

Kellan moved beside her, straightening his clothes. His expression hardened again. "I asked you a question."

Belle blinked, knowing her answer would only disappoint Kell. She glanced Eric's way. He still stood unmoving, in mute shock. No help there. Only Tate's arms kept her protected and safe, but even against the warmth of his big body, she shivered. Would he still be her safe harbor once one of the others explained exactly what she'd waited for?