Free Test Shot by Cari Quinn

“DP works for me too, but I’m not into guys. I mean, it’s fine if we’re both naked, obviously, but that’s all.” He cast an apologetic look at Layla. “Sorry if that’s a problem.”
    Aidan shrugged. “This is about the two of you, not me. If I participate, it’ll only be peripherally.”
    “Oh.” It was Sawyer’s turn to shrug. “Whatever turns you on.”
    “What turns me on is for you to give my fiancée pleasure. No more, no less. If you don’t make her come a half-dozen times, I’ll consider this night a dismal failure.” Aidan rose and smiled at Layla first, then Sawyer. “Dinner must be ready by now. Let’s eat.”
    Sawyer hung back until Aidan had left the room, then snagged Layla’s hand before she could follow him. “Hey. Wait.”
    “Second thoughts already?”
    “I can almost see your ass, so that’s a definite no.” She yanked on her dress, and he laughed. “I just want to make sure you’re really all right with this. He’s rather dominant, isn’t he?”
    Watching her expression soften like melted butter did the oddest things to his already strained stomach muscles. If a woman had ever affected him so bafflingly before, he didn’t remember. “Yes, but he’s not overbearing in a way I don’t want. He knows me better than I know myself. And vice versa too, I hope.”
    Hesitation lurked in her voice. Whether it was because of their upcoming peripheral-threesome or because she doubted that her husband-to-be viewed her the same way she viewed him, he didn’t know.
    “So you’re fine with sleeping with me while he strokes one off a few feet away?”
    She laughed girlishly, and the sound positively enchanted him. Now that he knew she was a Nebraska girl, he was halfway in love, and he hadn’t even seen her breasts yet.
    Careful, Blake. You’re treading on treacherous ground.
    “You’re the one who doesn’t want to see his cock,” she teased.
    “Nah. I couldn’t care less about his junk. I’ll be looking only at you.” He tugged her closer and cradled her velvety cheek. “I want you to know I’m honored you chose me. And you can trust me, Layla, with everything. I’ll never tell a soul what happens within these four walls.”
    “Sweet,” she murmured again after a moment, leaning up to kiss him gently. Though their lips barely brushed, the gesture rocked him right down to his toes. “I swear, I normally don’t use a casting couch to hire my talent. I’ve never done anything like this before. Ever.”
    He cocked his head, grinning. “How old are you?”
    “Twenty-seven. My birthday was last month. You?”
    “Twenty-five. Just turned in June. So you have a casting couch and you’re an older woman.” He rubbed his fingers over her lips and imagined the taste he’d sampled earlier. He wanted more. Would have more before the night was through. “I think I’m developing a fondness for cougars.”
    “Not so sweet.” But her eyes danced.
    “Told you.” He tipped up her chin and fought the urge to pull her in for a hug. Something about her drew him in like a song in the night, one he could barely hear but somehow knew the words to. She looked a little lost, a lot sexy. The combination was exactly what he’d been searching for without realizing it.
    And she was taken. On the verge of getting married. His luck.
    “I forgot to ask your limits,” he said when his voice returned.
    “Just be careful.”
    “No rough stuff. Got it.”
    “No. Rough’s fine.” She laced her fingers with his and brought them to her mouth, meeting his gaze over their knuckles. “Being careful isn’t the same as being gentle.” She eased back, smiled. “Come on, Sawyer Blake. It’s dinnertime.”
    * * * *
    Layla scraped her fork along the inside of her baked potato, her mind a million miles away. How strange to eat dinner so civilly in the dining room when they planned to end the evening naked.
    Not that the guys appeared to have any difficulty with it. They’d chatted easily