It’s the first time I’ve looked at her since I started sucking Broderick’s dick. She’s got her legs crossed hard, and the flush from her cheeks has coursed down to encompass every bit of skin I can see. Shiloh has a death grip on the seat of the booth. I bet she caught herself trying to either reach for us or slip her hand down her panties.

I lick my lips. “Broderick.” I say his name without looking at him. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

I hold Shiloh’s gaze. She tenses, the barest flinch that tells me she might be worked up, but she’s not ready for the next step. Soon. “Take my dress off.” I ease out of the booth and stand before them. “Do it properly.”

He stares at me for a long moment, and the hunger in his blue gaze has me shaking a little bit. No matter if the goal here is to seduce Shiloh, this man still wants me. A lot. He stands slowly and moves to stand at my back, both of us facing the table where Shiloh sits.

Broderick shifts my hair over my shoulder to bare the back of my dress. I don’t think any of us draw a full breath as he slowly drags down my zipper with the same care he zipped me up this morning. He coasts his thumb up my spine and then along my shoulder to dip beneath the strap of the dress. “No bra.”

“It doesn’t work with this dress.” My voice sounds too breathy, but there’s no help for it. I can’t pretend to be unaffected; not when I’m about to come out of my skin just from this simple touch, from the careful dance the three of us engage in.

Shiloh’s staring at Broderick’s thumb beneath the strap as if she can will him to move if she concentrates hard enough. His hand twitches a little in response, and then he’s sliding the strap from my shoulder and tugging the fitted fabric down, down, down to expose my breast. Shiloh licks her lips as he repeats the slow process with the second strap. I expect that to be the end, but Broderick isn’t done. He brackets my ribs with his hands and coasts them along my sides to my hips, taking the fabric with him. Over my hips and down my thighs, until I have to brace myself on his shoulder to step out of the dress. I’m wearing only a lace thong and my heels, and the look he gives me as he kneels before me…

Gods, I might alight in an inferno just from that.