Waiting For It - Allyson Lindt Page 0,43

giving me away. If the flush to my skin hadn’t done so already.

Chase kissed the shell of my ear. “But we’re well hung.”

“Are we talking length or girth?” Luke asked.

“If you’re going to insist on keeping count, I’m strictly looking at number of orgasms.”

“That sounds like a challenge.” Chase teased up the bottom of my shirt to brush my skin.

Luke hadn’t touched me yet, but the way he watched me... “Where do I submit my application?” he asked. “I like to think I work well within a team environment. As long as I’m in charge.”

“I think the application process should involve a talent show.” I was going to make them work for this at least a little bit.

“Would you like to be restrained or just worshiped?” Luke asked.

Either. Both. And then some. They were making it hard to draw this out. “Without using me as a prop.”

Chase stood and tugged at his zipper.

“Without using anyone’s genitals as a prop.” I added quickly.

Chase pouted. “You’re taking all the hard out of this.”

Luke knelt at my feet and grasped my fingers. “There once was a proper lady. Who moaned when her boss called her baby—”

“Is that a limerick?” I was laughing. “It’s horrible.”

“Thank God you stopped me, because I had no idea how to get from there to you kneeling and begging.”

“You didn’t have a problem with it the other night.” Chase didn’t sound upset. “Are you sure I can’t just show you how talented I am?” He reached for his zipper again.

I shook my head. “That’s not part of the application process.”

“What do you bring to the team, Ms. Fortier?” The way Luke said my name grasped a moan from my chest and tried to extract it.

I painted on my best innocent face. “I’m adorable.”

“You are,” Chase said. “But if we’re taking team applications, everyone has to prove themselves.”

“Let’s be honest, the competition is pretty weak right now.” I had no idea what I’d do that would be better.

Luke pulled me to my feet and set me in the middle of the room, like he had the other night. This time he left my clothes on, at least for now. “All right, DDR champion, you can dance. Show us your moves,” he said.

Yeah, right. “I don’t dance; I follow a series of arrow prompts on the screen.”

“I think he’s onto something.” Chase sat on the edge of the bed, full attention on me. “Dance for us.”

I had no idea what to do, so I swayed my hips and hugged myself in a slow, I hoped hypnotic rhythm. It kept their attention, so I must have been doing something right.

“You call that your Sucker Punch?” Chase asked playfully.

He was referencing the movie, and so was I. “I prefer Baby Doll.”

“Me too. And I like the dance. It’s got potential. I’d like it better if you took your top off.” Luke’s tone implied more command than suggestion.

I stripped my shirt off, never pausing in my dance. The pair of hungry gazes on me was fuel on the fire simmering under my veins.

“Jeans next.”

I spun my back to them as I undid the button and zipper, then shimmied the denim down my legs, my ass straight up in the air. I turned to face them again. No idea how my basic pink bra and blue panties were drawing that kind of attention, but I reveled in it.

“What do you think?” Luke was looking at me, but I was pretty sure he was talking to Chase.

Chase tilted his head, looking me up and down. “Stunning, but still too many clothes.” He crossed the room, pulled out a chair from the desk, and moved it next to me. “Lose the underwear and take a seat.” His tone was more playful than Luke’s, but no less enticing.

Luke snapped and pointed at the chair. “You heard the man.”

I did and was happy to comply. It was easy to keep up the not-quite-dance while stripping off my bra and panties, but there wasn’t much seductive about sitting.

“Spread your legs. Show us that incredible pussy,” Luke said.

There it was—the tingle of desire. I trailed my fingers up my thighs as I pushed them apart. It felt incredible, to be exposed like this. To be the focus of their desire.

“No.” Luke clipped off the word when I traveled my hands toward my core. “You can touch yourself everywhere that feels good, except there.”

My laugh was strained, but I could tease a little longer. Or was he the one doing the teasing?