Free The Playboy's Ménage (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) by RG Alexander Page A

right here, you straddling my face and taking a little joy ride.”
    “Henry,” she whispered, blushing. “Stop.”
    “You don’t want me to,” he rasped. “You’ve always loved the dirty talk and I was tongue-deep in that pussy when Peter was talking. You loved it as much as I did, and you’re as ready as I am for more. You told him you didn’t come, but I know you wanted to. Did you touch yourself, Holly? Think about all the things we were going to do and touch yourself before you came here?”
    She nodded, pushing his hands down to her stomach, beneath her crumpled up dress. Henry’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”
    “Showing you.” Holly leaned back on the couch and slipped one hand under his. She looked into his eyes and started to touch herself, mimicking Peter’s earlier caress. Her knuckles were brushing against his palm, and when he tensed as if he might pull away, her other hand covered his and held it against her. “This is what I did in your Hummer, Henry. How I touched myself, wishing it were you.”
    He flinched, pulling her hand away and replacing it with his own. She moaned as Henry filled her with one finger, then two, as if he couldn’t help himself.
    “Holly’s grown up into a bad, bad girl,” he murmured. “We’re supposed to wait for Peter, you know.”
    She wrapped her wet fingers around his wrist and pressed him deeper inside her. “We are, Henry. We’re waiting. We won’t—oh, like that—we don’t have to do more than this.”
    Henry leaned down and bit her shoulder, making her whimper with need. “But I want to. Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to bend you over this couch and fuck you right now. You have no idea how hard it’s been for me to hold back. When I saw you six months ago. Last night. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
    “Yes,” she whispered, too aroused to pretend patience. “Do it, Henry. Right now. I want you to. He’ll understand. He told you to make me comfortable.”
    He snarled and pulled away from her touch. “Not without Peter. That’s the deal.”
    Peter’s voice startled them both. “It’s good to know you can keep your word, Henry. But I’m here now.” He walked over and tossed a box of condoms on the couch beside them. “She obviously wants you to finish what you started and you’ve definitely shown a lot more restraint over the last year than I would have. It’s only fair. Bend her over my couch and take her the way you want to.”
    Henry got to his feet, eyeing his friend warily. “Peter?”
    Peter crossed his arms. “I’m the one setting the pace. This isn’t the race it was when we were young and afraid we’d never get another chance. She’s not going anywhere for the next few months, and there are certain elements of a ménage relationship we never had the time to explore. This is one of them. Fuck her while I watch. For our research.” His voice changed subtly. “Holly? Look at me.”
    His eyes were so damn blue she felt like she was drowning. She saw something in them that she couldn’t turn away from. “Peter?”
    “Stand up and take off your dress.”
    God help her, he was impossible to resist, with his shirt partially unbuttoned and his erection once again straining against his pants. She wanted to tell him to take his clothes off, but his command had silenced her. She remembered him being a little aggressive in the bedroom the last time they were together, but there was something she recognized now after her training at the BDSM club. He had it . That quality her instructor taught her to recognize, a personality that would make him the perfect Dom. Holly wanted to please him. To obey him.
    And she really wanted Henry to fuck her.
    Standing up, she undid the side zipper of her halter dress and let it pool at her feet. She started to step out of her shoes but Peter shook his head. “Leave those on and kneel on the cushion.”
    He moved behind the couch, right in front of her as she followed his