Free Party of Three (Sunday Night Dinner Club #1 by Jess Dee

as hot as Levi’s hand, stripping away her defenses.
    Oh, she was in so much trouble.
    Chelsea would have come to a stop just inside the room, but Levi urged her across the floor, all the way to Spencer’s couch.
    “Evening, Chelsea.” Spencer’s voice was a deep rumble. “You’re looking lovely as usual.”
    So formal? She nodded at him. “Good evening, accountant man.”
    A wave of unreasonable irritation swept over her, making her skin itch. He’d fucked her into submission two short nights ago, and here he was reverting right back to being the guy with a stiff upper lip who kept his tie on for every occasion—including visits to the beach.
    To be fair, he had no tie on now. And the top two buttons of his work shirt were undone, exposing a V of tanned flesh and enticing chest hair. The glimpse of skin made her mouth water, which only increased her annoyance.
    She glanced around the room. “What? No briefcase tonight?”
    “No need for it.” His eyes flashed, though with humor or something else, she couldn’t tell. “I’m not planning on utilizing my bookkeeping talents until tomorrow morning.”
    He didn’t mention not utilizing his other talents. And he had many other talents. Many. “So what are you planning for tonight?”
    Spencer held his hand out to her as Levi took a seat on the same couch, leaving a small space between them. “Sit here, between us, and Levi and I can tell you all about it.”
    She eyed the hand warily and her sixth sense jumped to hyper-alert status. Something was up, something Chelsea had no idea how to handle. It made the back of her neck prickle. Not in an uncomfortable way. The sensation was…curious.
    “Take my hand, Chelsea.” And there it was. The same commanding tone of voice Spencer had used with her the other night. The one that sent shivers down her spine and her desire into overdrive.
    She took his hand.
    Awareness streaked through her, and the adrenaline that only hit when Spencer touched her shot straight through her heart. She stared at him with wide eyes.
    His gaze was fixed on her, his dark eyes almost black. “I felt it too, babe.”
    “So did I,” Levi said, surprised. “And I didn’t even touch her.”
    Levi may not have touched her now, but he had minutes ago, and her still-tingling lips and jelly-like knees were proof.
    Spencer tugged gently, and Chelsea took a seat between the two men, perching on the edge of the cushion.
    “Forget something?” Spencer asked.
    She looked at him quizzically.
    He pointed to his lips, like he had in the kitchen when she’d straddled his lap and rocked shamelessly against his erection.
    “Oh.” Surprise rendered her almost speechless. In the kitchen they’d been alone. “Levi—”
    “Had his turn when he let you in.”
    Oh, yeah, did he ever. “But…he’s sitting right here.” She turned to face the man in question, knowing her eyes were enormous. “Beside us.”
    “I sure am,” Levi agreed. “And I’m curious to see what you’ll do about that.”
    “Chelsea.” Spencer’s tone demanded she return her attention to him. And when she did, he didn’t need to say anything else. The expectation in his gaze said it all.
    She squirmed in her seat. Partly because the idea of kissing Spencer while Levi watched made her uncomfortable, and partly because the idea of kissing Spencer while Levi watched made her pussy pulse frantically.
    He still held her hand, and Chelsea made no effort to pull away.
    Levi’s hand returned to the small of her back. “Might as well do as he says. We all know you want to.” He drew his fingers upwards, leaving trails of goose flesh alongside her spine. “We all want you to.”
    “Wha—?” His words made her dizzy. As did his scent—and Spencer’s.
    Levi smelled of the outdoors, of sea and salt and sun cream, while Spencer smelled of expensive aftershave. Had two men ever smelt better?
    Levi leaned in and nuzzled the side of her neck. “Kiss him, Chels. While I