I end up stumbling thanks to the high heels I’m wearing, and I crash against Asch with a laugh.
“Hey, handsome,” I say to him. “Thanks for the save.”
“Hey, beautiful,” Asch says, and his eyes are dark and intentupon mine as he smiles at me. He wraps his arms around me. “Want to know why we got kicked out of the restaurant?”
“Did somebody end up with fewer clothes than they came in with?” I muse, glancing between Asch and Blaze.
Blaze is already starting to undress, taking off his expensive tie and folding it neatly on the coffee table. I drop my purse next to the tie.
“Mm, not exactly,” Asch says, and he turns me around, starting to slide the zipper down the back of my dress. His lips press against the nape of my neck, then to the top of my spine. “See, she couldn’t keep quiet when I was going down on her. You’d be able to keep a straight face, though, wouldn’t you?”
My eyes widen, and my face grows hot.
I grab Asch’s jaw, and before he can say anything, I drag him into a kiss, hard and desperate.
Yes please.
Show me a good time.
Prove I’m right about you.
Blaze steps up behind me and helps get my dress off. He wolf-whistles while I’m still kissing Asch and sets his hands on my ass.
“I don’t think this qualifies as underwear, Pandora,” Blaze says, pulling on the miniscule fabric of the itsy-bitsy panties I’d chosen.
The kiss with Asch lingers another moment, with his tongue teasing the seam of my lips before thrusting past it. The kiss feels like it goes on and on in all the best ways, and I’m panting when he finally pulls back.
Asch pulls off his suit jacket and sets it on the nearby sofa, unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it open. His bare chest is muscled, like River’s, and I wonder what he does in his free time to look like that. While he has some dark chest hair, it’s nowhere near furry or unappealing.
“I think it’s the perfect kind of underwear to be ripped off,” Asch remarks, looking down at it.
“Don’t you dare,” I say, but I’msmiling too.
Blaze grabs me and pulls me against him. He nibbles along the nape of the neck. “Sounds like a challenge. Asch, I’ll hold her. You do the ripping.”
“No!” I shriek, delighted.
I kick out at Asch when he approaches, but he grabs my leg and lifts it so he can kiss my calf. He slides his hand down from my ankle to my knee, then to my inner thigh before he plucks at the underwear.
“I won’t even need to try to make these rip,” Asch says, fingers playing with the strap. “Are you sure you didn’t wear these just to have them torn off of you?”
I struggle against Blaze, but he holds me tighter, and that is definitely his erection pressing against me.
“I wouldnever,” I say in between giggles. “What kind of woman do you take me for?”
“One who wants to get laid,” Blaze says. He pinches my side, and I let out another shrieking giggle.
“No! No tickling!” I protest, squirming some more.
Neither of them loosens their hold.
My head is growing fuzzier and fuzzier with arousal.
Asch grabs the side of the panties, and like he’d predicted, they rip with ease when he applies enough pressure. “Guess you’ll have to walk out of here without these,” he says. “With our cum dripping out of you, getting everywhere.” He smirks at me. “Unless you’re not game for that.”
What a gentleman! I can’t tell if he’s seriously asking, considering how our relationship even started.
I crane my neck to look at Blaze. “If I say no?”
