I exhale and try to gather my thoughts, but it’s no use. She’s consumed me.

And when Banks unzips her dress, grinds his jaw and shoves the garment down to the floor, revealing that her golden tan runs to every lithe inch of her, she sends me a dazed smile. In that moment, I know with total certainty that I’m going to be obsessed with Elise Brandeis as long as I live.

Chapter Twelve

The room is spinning.

Hands and mouths caress my skin. My thighs, bare stomach and throat. The snap of my bra is like a firework going off in the cool, quiet room and then my nipples are tightening into a painful pucker, spurred by the air conditioning, the men on either side of me removing my clothes, arousing me for a third man who watches me like a bear who is on the hunt for his first pot of honey after a long hibernation.

Tobias steps in front of me, temporarily blocking my view of Gabe. He looks me straight in the eye and tucks his pinkie finger into the front waistband of my panties, dropping to his knees and slowly, slowly peeling the garment down to my ankles. He is nearly eye level with my sex, but still has to lean down slightly, heat spreading in his eyes, tilting his head as he studies me there. His chest starts to move faster, his hands clenching tightly around my panties.

“She’s almost ready.” His warm breath on my flesh makes me gasp, my left hand reaching for Banks and he takes it quickly. Tobias watches the movement, his upper lip stiffening. “Almost,” he repeats. “Gabe is going to need her right on the edge if he’s going to get her to the finish line.”

“Stop talking about me like a race car.”

“My apologies.” He lays a hot kiss on my sex and against my will, I start to tremble. Damn this deeply ingrained attraction to him. I hold my breath and watch as he sits down and lays the back of his head on the edge of the bed. “If you were a race car, you’d be a Ferrari, by the way. That sort of makes us your pit crew.” He crooks his finger at me, swallowing hard enough that I can see the lump lift and plummet in his throat. So much bravado. “What say you come closer for a little tune-up, love?”

I want to punch him in the face and feel him on top of me at the same time.

How is that possible?

As if sensing my confusion, Banks kisses my shoulder, his knuckle trailing up and down in the split of my backside. “Do you want that?” He reaches between my thighs from behind, dragging his middle finger through my flesh and spreading the wetness all the way back. Like, the back, shooting my eyes a little wider. For a moment, with these three hungry males surrounding me, touching me in places I haven’t been touched before, I wonder if I’m out of my depth, but I discard the worry just as quickly. I’m in control here. They’ve put me in control. “Do you want to kneel over his face, Elise?” Banks asks urgently against my ear. “While I kneel behind you?”