Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Robin Gideon Page B

tottered in her four-inch heels. She had Caleb’s tongue dancing with her own as the front of her dress was unbuttoned down to the slender belt at her waist. Caleb’s kiss came to a conclusion, and Lydia breathed in deeply, then let it out with a hissing sigh.
    “We haven’t gone too far. Not yet. If we all just stop now, we’ll keep ourselves from doing something we’ll regret,” Lydia said, wishing desperately that her skin didn’t feel like it was being given an electrical charge. Nick leaned into her, his lips warm and moist against her neck. “Stop it, Nick. That’s not going to accomplish anything.”
    She tried to groan, hoping the men would think she was rather disgusted with what they were doing, but the sound that came from her throat was more of a passionate moan. Lydia’s body simply wasn’t behaving the way she wanted it to.
    The men, as though they’d choreographed in advance their seduction of Lydia, both leaned away from her at the same time. They opened her dress, then each man took his turn tugging one breast up while sliding the cup of her bra beneath it.
    “You can’t do this to me,” Lydia said softly, leaning back against her desk, looking at the two men who gazed at her bared breasts wolfishly. “Why me? You men can have any woman you want. You could have women ten or fifteen years younger than I am. Why—”
    In unison, Caleb and Nick bent and began sucking on her nipples, their mouths open wide to take in as much of her as possible. The heated wetness of mouths sucking hungrily on her nipples was jolting to Lydia’s senses. The shouted words “Oh, fuck!” were nearly out of her mouth before she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep herself silent.
    This is insanity. An office affair is a prescription for disaster, but nothing is worse than fucking in the office.
    All very reasonable, sensible notions, Lydia realized, even if she, at that moment, couldn’t actually put those thoughts into words. To look down and see two gorgeous men, their eyes closed as they feasted on her bounty, was as stimulating to her brain as it was to her body.
    With a moist, almost slurping sound, Nick stopped sucking on her nipple. Taking her head in his hands, he kissed her on the mouth. It was a masculine, forceful kiss meant to dominate.
    “You’re staying with us,” he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “And we’re staying with you.”
    “No.” Lydia turned her face away. “We’ll be the scandal of New Oslo. I don’t want the whole town to know I’m…” She choked on the unspoken word. “That I’m a slut.”
    “Never talk that way,” Nick said, his tone authoritarian, indicative of a man who was accustomed to giving orders that had to be followed. “I forbid it.”
    “You have no right to—”
    Nick’s kiss stopped her words, but not the heightening arousal her body was experiencing. She was accepting his tongue into her mouth when she felt fingers curl into the waistband on her thong, and begin tugging the skimpy, clingy garment down over her stockings. The awareness that her panty—and more importantly, what it covered—were suddenly involved caused Lydia’s eyes to burst open. She twisted her hips sharply to the side, but that didn’t stop Caleb as he got down on his knees in front of her, taking her thong down to her ankles in the process.
    “It won’t work,” Lydia said, looking down at Caleb. “Even if you fuck me to death, finding real happiness in a ménage à trois is a fool’s errand.”
    While holding the skirt of her dress up to her stomach, Caleb looked into her eyes and replied, “We’ll never know until we try.”
    Then, still looking into her eyes, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her clit.
    “Fuck,” Lydia said in response. And, not able to think of anything more precise to describe her emotions, she followed it up with, “Oh, fuck.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Lydia did not resist when Nick grabbed her by the chin and turned her face