“I’m going to go to the art exhibit with Elijah tonight. If he invites me back to his place, I’ll probably say yes.”

“What if you invite him back here?” Logan asked, his eyes watching her.

“I was wondering the same thing,” she whispered. “I would prefer that we were here. That way, should you come home, we’d be here for you. I don’t want to be anywhere else, Logan.”

“Then bring him here.”

“We’ve never…”

Logan knew where she was going. They had shared plenty of threesomes at their house. In the shower, in the pool, on the back porch, the hot tub, the kitchen table. Anywhere but their bedroom. Their bed.

But… That’s what she was hinting at.

A hot poker of lust scorched him from the inside just thinking about walking in to find Sam in bed with Elijah, the two of them…

“You’re thinking about it,” Sam said, a smile on her lips. “You’re thinking about walking in on us, aren’t you? Would you like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Walking in to find you riding him, your hair falling down your back, your breasts,” Logan cupped her breasts as he spoke, “swaying above his face. Fuck yeah, that’s hot.”

“Would you join us? Or would you watch?”

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“I’d watch at first. Watch what he does to you; watch how he makes you come. Then I’d join you.”

Sam scooted forward, the heat between her thighs rubbing along his cock, the only thing separating them was a pair of loose cotton shorts that he had on and the panties that she wore. She’d come out of the bedroom wearing one of his dress shirts which came down to her knees.

Logan unbuttoned one of the buttons on her shirt with his teeth, pushing the fabric aside to reveal her naked breast. “Fuck you’re hot. I bet you’re wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers threading into his hair and pulling him close. He latched onto her nipple with his lips, using his teeth to nibble until she was grinding against him.

“You know I’m just going to tease you, don’t you?” he asked when he pulled away.

“I figured as much. And I’m going to call you tonight and tell you how my date went.”

Fuck. “Deal.”

With that, Logan set forth to tease her more, but he never did let her come. Not even once.

Chapter Fifteen

Elijah arrived via limousine to pick Sam up at five-thirty. He was dressed just as magnificently as he had been every other time she’d seen him. His dark gray suit was tailored and expensive, his white shirt bright¸ and his red tie was eye-catching. The man had it going on.

She couldn’t say that she was surprised. First, she knew Elijah was punctual, second, she knew he would go all out.

He hadn’t come inside the house either, merely complimenting her on how incredible she looked in her short, red dress – the fact that it matched his tie was not lost on her either. She had worn this dress specifically for tonight. It was classy, sexy and she knew Logan loved when she wore it so she had hoped Elijah would like it also.

But, aside from being a total gentleman, Elijah had been surprisingly quiet during the drive from her house.

As the limo approached the art gallery, Sam accepted the silence. Elijah hadn’t said more than ten words since they climbed inside. She couldn’t tell if something was bothering him or not, and she figured, based on what she did know about him, he wasn’t nervous, so she assumed something was on his mind.

When the back door opened, Elijah climbed out of the limo, holding his hand out to her so she could join him. Once she was on her feet, she situated her hand in the crook of his arm and allowed him to lead her inside.

Even in her heels, Elijah was taller than she was. He wasn’t even remotely as tall as Logan was, but not many men were. He was, however, probably close to six feet. Maybe just under. But even in her heels, he was still a couple of inches taller. She liked that.

Oh, and she liked that the man smelled delicious.

The door to the gallery was opened by a well-dressed man with a bright white smile. Elijah nodded at him as they made their way inside.

Sam had actually been to this particular gallery before, but not this specific exhibit. She’d been asking Logan to take her for some time, but she knew it wasn’t really his thing. He had intended to take her though. He had promised. Unfortunately, business had come up, which with either of them, that was to be expected from time to time.

A waiter moved toward them, carrying a tray of champagne flutes. Elijah retrieved two, handed one to her before they began their journey deeper into the gallery.




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