of things I want to try, if you’re willing to help.”
“Anything you want, Sir.”
“First off, you will not fuck her. We’ll start by playing with those luscious tits. You stay on your side. When I say ‘down,’ the line of demarcation changes from left and right to up and down. Your half will be below the waist.”
“Which is why I needed to have a talented tongue,” Toby guessed.
“Yep. Sunshine has a problem with letting down her barriers. Tonight we are not only going to lower them, we are going to blow the damn things up. There’s one other thing—at some point after we’ve got her wobbly and relaxed, I want you to pull her on top of you, head to tail. When she gets comfortable in that position I’ll tap your shoulder and I want you to wrap your arms around her middle and hold on tight. If you need to come, do so, but you’ll have to ask her where she wants it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Once Jackson was certain that he and Toby were on the same page in regards to giving Sinclair a night she would never forget, they crossed the room and headed up the stairs to join her. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to kiss her temple, then motioned Toby to follow. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Glancing at the number on the fob, he guided her halfway down the walkway to the proper door and handed her the key.
“Open it, sunshine,” he said as he stepped up behind her.
He watched as Sinclair’s hand shook with nerves. Would she be able to go through with this?
“Stop thinking so hard,” Jackson whispered. He parted her hair then brushed his mustache across the back of her neck as his hands came around to cup her breasts through her dress.
* * * *
Shivers of pure lust knocked all thought away. She leaned back against him when her knees threatened to give out.
“Open the damn door or you’ll be getting the experience of sex with two men in front of an audience.”
The dark-voiced threat sounded only half serious, but Sinclair wasn’t taking any chances. Taking a deep breath, which only pressed her tight swollen nipples deeper into his palms, she steadied her hand and after two more tries, finally slid the key into the lock and turned it. As soon as the door opened, Jackson pressed her forward inside.
“Lock the door, Toby. Then get naked,” Jackson ordered.
“Yes, Sir.”
Sinclair watched with amazement as the other man put down their drinks and did exactly as he was told. Once his jeans were off, folded neatly, and laid on the dresser, he knelt near the door with his head bent forward to stare at the carpet two feet in front of his knees.
She tried not to stare at his body, but the half-inflated cock that hung between his thighs was impressive. Not as big as Jackson’s, but still bigger than any other man she’d ever been with. His physique wasn’t as impressive as her man’s either, but he fit the bill of a good-looking man who she might be able to relax around. If only she could relax around Master Jackson.
“Sunshine?” Jackson asked. He stripped off his vest, then walked to a large club chair in the corner and sat down.
She swallowed and thought about the correct response a second before answering. “Yes, Sir?”
“Come here, babe.”
Tearing her gaze away from the naked sub in the corner, Sinclair forced herself to cross the distance to the chair. She felt a bead of sweat roll down between her shoulder blades, though the room’s temperature actually felt cool. She stopped an arm’s length from the chair.
“Take off your dress and then undress me.” Without taking his gaze from hers, he said, “Toby, you can relax. This is going to be different than the other scenes you’ve taken part in.”
“Yes, Sir,” the man said.
“Okay, sunshine. It’s your turn,” Jackson said.
His sexy grin and the lift of one eyebrow challenged her, while the warm heat of his eyes gave her the confidence she needed. Without hesitation, she reached down and