to Selene, who rolled her eyes, not in anger but amusement.
“Of course,” she said. “You want your turn to play lord and master.”
“If you are not comfortable—” Luca began.
Selene’s soft laugh stopped him. “Sweet Luca. I love submitting as much as I love giving orders. Get undressed.”
“That doesn’t sound like submission to me,” Oscar said, even as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Luca, get in my duffel. I have a belt in there. We’ll use that to tie her up.”
“Or you could spank me with it,” Selene offered helpfully.
“No topping from the bottom, Tanaka. We’re running the show here. Get onboard or we’ll have to gag you,” Oscar murmured.
The threat did little to tame their sexy scientist, who simply gave him a superior look that made Oscar think the gag was probably her goal all along. The woman’s kinks were off the charts and hot as fuck.
Luca’s eyes went dark with desire, and he moved to open Oscar’s bag, rummaging around until he found the belt.
Oscar looked at Luca, recalling how much he enjoyed role play. “Are we playing this straight, or do you want to set a scene for us?”
Luca glanced at where Selene sat on the bed. “Capture. Claiming,” he whispered.
“Fuck, yeah,” Oscar groaned. “We’ll need a safe word.”
“Fermi,” Selene suggested.
Luca smiled. “A man born in Italy, but who became an American.”
“I know one of you wants me to ask who Fermi is so you can geek out, but I’m not going to.” Oscar folded his arms. “Say that, and it will make us stop. Otherwise…”
Luca studied Selene’s face closely, and Oscar was continually moved by the man’s constant concern for their safety, their happiness.
Oscar walked over to Selene and cupped her cheek affectionately. “Give our boy the affirmative one more time, Selene. He won’t truly let go until he knows you’re okay with all of it.”
Selene rose slowly. “Don’t hold back, Luca. I know what a safe word is for, and I won’t hesitate to use it if I need to. This is one of my fantasies as well. I expect you—both of you—to make it good for me.”
Luca stepped closer to Selene, his voice dropping. “We followed you home from the store. You’re beautiful and you caught our eye. You didn’t see us walking behind you, lurking behind the shrubbery, finding out where you lived. You didn’t realize we were waiting outside for night to fall, for our chance to break in. You’ve just turned the lights out, and you’re getting ready for bed.”
Jesus. Luca’s deep, quiet voice, the way he created the scene, developed the story, had Oscar’s dick rock-hard.
“We’re going to go out to the living room for a couple of minutes while you remain in here. You hear a noise. You realize you’re in danger. You know you have to hide.”
Selene’s mouth was open slightly and Oscar wasn’t sure she was breathing. Her nipples were tight beneath her T-shirt, betraying how much Luca’s role play turned her on. “I’m going to fight you,” she whispered. “Hard.”
Luca gave her a slight grin, though Oscar wasn’t sure if it was meant to be comforting or…sinister. Either way, it fucking worked. He’d never really tried role play before these two—Faith’s sexual appetites were far more vanilla—but damn if he didn’t love it. “We wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Oscar was suddenly grateful he was still in the sweatpants the helicopter pilot had provided. If he’d been wearing jeans, he would have been in serious pain.
Luca turned and left the room. Oscar stood still for a moment, then shook his head in amazement. “We created a monster.”
Selene laughed softly. “Or maybe we are the monsters.”
“Who gives a fuck? The sex is amazing.”
Oscar went out to the living room where Luca was standing at the front door, talking to Andre.
Luca closed the door, throwing the chain and the dead bolt before looking at him. Oscar noticed his face was slightly flushed. Was Luca blushing?
“I, uh, told him if he heard anything questionable in here, it was okay.”
Oscar chuckled. “What did he say?”
Luca grinned. “He told me to have a good time and use lube.”
Oscar was still shirtless, so Luca pulled his T-shirt off as well. Luca wasn’t well-defined by any stretch of the imagination, but he was trim, with a smooth, bare chest, and Oscar, who hadn’t thought he could get any more aroused, was proven wrong as his dick twitched.
They looked like twins in their matching gray sweatpants. That might have been funny if Oscar