Free Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lynn Stark Page A

watched as Roarke went to the bank of new electronic equipment and pushed buttons. “We don’t want anyone watching you eat chocolate.”
    Marley blinked. “No,” she said carefully, “we wouldn’t want anyone seeing that.”
    What the heck was Roarke planning? she wondered dazedly. He cleared the desk of a stack of papers and file folders. Then he was kneeling in front of her, pulling off her sneakers, as well as her socks. Her jeans came off next, then her pink silk panties. His big hands slid around her hips, holding her still.
    “Oh, fuck,” Roarke whispered, his breath warm against the skin of her shaved pussy. “It can’t get any better than this.”
    Hadn’t the man ever seen one before? They had claimed they were bisexual, but she supposed she shouldn’t have made the assumption that they had been with an actual woman. But there were plenty of resources out there, magazines and the Internet. It must be his first live one, she thought. Marley nearly laughed at the awe and amazement she heard in his deep voice.
    “What?” she asked when he didn’t say anything more, simply continued to stare at the smooth mound at the apex of her thighs. She was beginning to feel a little underdressed as she stood there in nothing but a paint-splattered T-shirt. “You have seen one of those before, haven’t you?” He sounded so amazed by the sight she just had to ask.
    Roarke laughed and placed tiny kisses, butterfly kisses, on the inside of her thighs, sending electricity shooting through her pussy. She thought that was kind of dangerous, as wet as she was. They could both get hurt by a high-voltage electrical charge.
    His fingers tightened on the flesh of her ass. “Don’t move. I have to admire your beautiful pussy. I can’t believe you have a butterfly tattooed on it. It’s fucking gorgeous. The detail is tremendous. Whoever did all of your tattoos is incredibly gifted.”
    “He’s a friend of mine. I wouldn’t let just anyone do it.”
    “Of course not,” he agreed in a thick voice. “Did you let him eat your beautiful pussy?”
    “No. I said he was a friend.”
    “Do you think he wanted to eat this beautiful pussy?”
    Marley squirmed. “I don’t know. If he did, he never said anything. Can I have chocolate now?”
    Roarke laughed. “Baby, you can have all the chocolate you want, if I can have a taste of your beautiful flesh.”
    When he straightened he lifted her onto the desk and arranged her carefully, bringing her ass nearly to the edge of the heavy wood surface, her legs dangling. He opened the box of chocolates, searching for just the right one, before handing it to her.
    “Gray told me you didn’t climax earlier. I’ll have you know I gave him hell for not taking care of your needs. So now I’m going to take care of that for you. Now, you just lay there and enjoy that chocolate while I enjoy you.”
    She could do that. Closing her eyes, she moaned as she bit into the chocolate and the creamy goodness exploded to life on her tongue. As she did so Roarke draped her legs over his broad shoulders and dipped his head to swipe his tongue over her exposed flesh, licking her from asshole to clit, his tongue cleaving between the swollen petals of her sex. Marley moaned again, her hips jerking, as his hands moved under her ass to control her movements.
    Having someone in such intimate contact with her pussy was another thing she’d never experienced. Although she’d had sex, there was always a place where she drew the line. Oral sex seemed to be an even more intimate act than simply having a cock inside her pussy. It seemed something she would only want with someone special.
    Had she found her someone special? She swallowed the first small, melted bite of chocolate as she contemplated that. The sweet aftertaste was pleasant. Roarke’s tongue thrust into her cream-filled pussy, making it nearly impossible for her to think.
    But she had to think. Had she found her special someone in Grayson and