Broderick stands before I can do something foolish like dig my hands into his short hair. He folds my dress with the utmost care, pauses to do the same with Shiloh’s discarded jeans, and then sets the clothing on the far side of the table. “Monroe.” His voice has gone deep. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Broderick slides back into the booth and holds his hand out. “Get over here, and let me make you feel good.”

“Broderick.” I’m already moving, taking his hand and letting him guide me to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He has to adjust his cock and it ends up pressed against my ass. “That’s a very open-ended dare.”

He nudges my legs to drape over the outside of his and cups my breasts. “Stay here until someone dares you otherwise.”

I shiver. “Still too open-ended.”

“So sue me.” He rolls my nipples between his fingers, drawing them to hard points. He’s not even touching my pussy, depriving me of the contact I desperately need as pleasure builds inside me. I turn my head to look at Shiloh. She’s staring at his hands on my breasts and shifting in her seat as if looking for the same kind of contact I am.

Not yet, baby.

I could pretend it’s all part of the plan when I gasp, “Truth or dare, Shiloh.”

“Dare.”

Right now, I can’t think of the plan, the proper steps. I’m too turned on. I just need to orgasm. “Make me come, baby.”

She scoots close and, after a quick look at Broderick, hesitates. For his part, he ignores her. Smart man. He must realize how skittish she still is because he starts kissing my shoulder, my neck, all of his attention seemingly focused on my breasts.

Once she realizes he won’t interfere, Shiloh huffs out a breath and cups my pussy though my panties. I can’t hold back my moan at the touch; I don’t even try. She drags her knuckle down the center of my panties and then back up again to press against my clit. The next descent, she moves back enough to hook her fingers inside the lace and move it away from my heated flesh. “It’s a shame I can’t see you,” she murmurs.

Broderick doesn’t hesitate. He nudges her back and moves me easily to sit facing her. Without missing a beat, he wraps a hand around one thigh, and Shiloh shoves my other leg wide. “Better.” She tugs my panties to the side again.

I look down, feeling Broderick doing the same. My pussy is framed by the black lace, pink and glistening with need. Shiloh parts me with two fingers as if offering the view up for our pleasure. “I should tease you.”

“Don’t.” I sound needy, but I can’t help it. They’ve barely touched me and I’m so fucking close.