Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(85)

Eric stiffened, his face contorting as he thrust one last time into her. His entire body seized up. He shuddered, cried out, then poured his body-and soul-into her.

An electric moment later, he released a heaving breath, then fell on her chest. His heart still thundered against hers. Their bodies remained connected. Belle suspected that, from this moment on, their hearts always would be.

Peace filled her now. Every cell in her body exhaled as though she'd been waiting for this feeling-for them-all of her life. Such dangerous thinking, but no sense in lying to herself.

Finally, Eric lifted his head, his lips tugging into a satisfied grin. "That completely blew me away, baby. Being your first was so special. I'll never forget it."

He gave her a lingering kiss, so tender that tears stung Belle's eyes. As he ended it, he rolled away. A chill hit her damp skin, but she didn't stay cold for long. Tate slipped out from behind her, then rolled a condom on in record time and covered her body with his own. Wow, he was big and heavy, and his cock prodding at her would stretch her even more. But Belle didn't panic this time. She knew they'd all work together to make this fabulous.

A wickedly sweet smile lit up Tate's face. "My turn. I've wanted to offer my penis to you for a long time."

Belle grinned. "I accept."

"Thank god."

He covered her lips with his own, his tongue finding its way inside at the same time his cock began to. Gasping at the sweet burn as he stretched her opening to accommodate his girth, he tunneled in deep, deeper, so deep she could almost swear he was about to hit her tonsils. Surely, he couldn't fit another inch in. He did. And more. When he tilted his hips to grind into her and she felt their bodies totally merged, she whimpered in delight and wrapped her arms around him. It was going to be an amazing night.





Chapter Thirteen



Tate stretched as he walked into the kitchen, every muscle in his body suffused with a happy ache. He wouldn't need to work out today. He'd gotten the workout of a lifetime fucking Belle the night before.

Fucking. Maybe he hadn't really known the meaning of the word until her. Strictly saying he'd had sexual intercourse with Belle wasn't accurate. He hadn't merely inserted slot A into tab B, but connected with her on a level he'd never experienced with another woman. Fucking Belle meant more than ever before. Because he'd opened up and poured himself into her. He'd made love to her.

His only regret was that he'd had to wear a condom. Once they got her home, they would all schedule checkups. Once they proved their clean bill of health, they'd put Belle on the birth control of her choice and toss out the condoms. He'd never taken a woman bare, but he didn't want anything to come between him and Belle again.

Of course, she might not want birth control at all.

A vision of Belle, round and soft with a baby in her arms, floated across his brain. He'd never considered children much in the past, but now that the concept was crossing his mind, he loved the idea of creating life with her.

"I suppose I should be glad you put on pants." Eric's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

Tate ignored his friend's acerbic glance with a yawn as he ambled to the coffee maker. "Too many strangers in this house to be naked. I don't want to freak out some poor delivery guy, but I still think clothes are unnatural. Humans walked around naked for far longer than they've covered themselves up."



       
         
       
        

Eric shook his head, clearly in disagreement. "After it calms down around here, we'll have to accustom Belle to you walking around with your junk hanging out."

He shrugged. They would be back in Chicago before too long. "I think we should accustom Belle to walking around naked. When she's alone with us, she doesn't need clothes, man."

He wasn't the dominant of the group. He liked to top a woman, but not the way Eric-and especially Kellan-needed it. But he loved certain aspects of the lifestyle.

Eric's hair was still wet from his shower, but he was dressed for the day in slacks and a dress shirt. "I don't hate that idea. We need to start thinking about a collar for that beautiful girl. I thought I'd go shopping and pick up a few things. I considered asking Sequoia to grab some stuff from our stash back home, but god only knows the lectures he'd give about the plastic found in anal plugs killing the environment."

But anal plugs would get Belle's sweet ass ready for play. With just that thought, his cock wasn't tired anymore. It strained against his sweats. Unlike Eric, he wasn't about to get all dressed up to spend the day in front of his computer, but he'd toss on something acceptable for that errand. "I'll go with you. We definitely need to get her ready, but don't you think we should consider a ring before a collar?"