her skin, to delve into her pussy with his tongue and his fingers.
“Isn’t she?” Stef muttered, shifting to relieve the pressure between his legs.
Samantha couldn’t have heard him. He and Stef had long ago perfected the art of mumbling to one another.
Alexei’s nod served two purposes. First, it answered Stefano. Yes, Samantha was beautiful.
Second, it indicated to Samantha that she should continue with her striptease.
Stepping out of the dress, she turned to the side and bent to retrieve it. Alexei could tell a woman with a background in dance. Samantha’s grace only added to the growing problem in his pants.
She spread the dress over the back of a chair. He hoped she went for the shoes next. He loved a barefoot woman.
She stepped out of them, leaving them neatly next to the chair. Alexei felt a little ripped off. He fought the urge to bend her over his lap and make her ass match her lingerie. When they originally propositioned her, she expressly forbade violent contact. That rule would stay intact until she changed it.
The thigh-highs went next. She bent at the waist as she rolled down the left stocking, then stood and bent again as she lost the right one.
One hand disappeared behind her back and the strapless bra fell to the floor. She stood, proud and confident, in front of them. Alexei allowed his gaze to drink in the sexy sight before him.
Stefano stood. “Are you sure you don’t want to be tied up and spanked?”
The smile that invited them closer widened. “I’m willing to let you call the shots, Stefano, but a girl’s got to draw the line somewhere. After all, we just met.”
Stef nodded. “Just checking.”
Wordlessly, Alexei joined his brother. They moved around the low coffee table to flank her. She might not want everything they had to offer, but she had responded to their dominance earlier. It was a starting point.
Samantha breathed easier, pleased and relieved that Stefano accepted her decision without arguing. She didn’t expect them to completely avoid alpha male behavior, especially after what they had done to her on that tiny patio. She trusted them to make sure everyone got what they needed.
Stefano bent his head and kissed her shoulders. His lips whispered a caress on her bare skin. She brought her hand up to caress his shoulder, but he wrapped his hand around her wrist and held it next to her thigh. His right hand came up to cup her right breast. She wanted him to knead it, to play with her nipple, but he only held it in his palm.
On the other side, Alexei did the same thing, holding her wrist at her side even though she hadn’t moved to touch him. His kiss began at the same point on her shoulder, but where Stefano’s lips traveled along her shoulder to the back of her neck, Alexei’s kisses headed straight for her mouth.
They turned her so that she faced Alexei. She opened her lips to let Alexei’s tongue inside. Liquid heat spilled from his mouth into hers, riding on the tongue he thrust between her lips. Samantha moaned and opened to him even more. She relaxed her body, melding it to his.
Behind her, Stefano kissed a line down her spine. His hands rested on her hips and his thumbs traced patterns over her ass. She felt him shift to kneel behind her. The heat of his mouth fastened on the fleshy part of her rear end, and he sucked hard.
Samantha whimpered into Alexei’s mouth. The sharp pinch had felt so damn good. She did like a forceful lover, but she didn’t want to give these two permission to do all the things to her that a Dom did to his sub. She wasn’t ready for that.
Hands moved over her body, and Samantha soon lost track of who touched her where. Sensations ran rampant. She relaxed into the dual embrace, forgetting to care who kissed where until one of them moved away from her.
Samantha protested the loss. She opened her eyes, fastening her gaze on Alexei’s cobalt blue irises.
He caressed her cheek. “It’s okay, Samantha. We’re going to move
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