Free Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) by Ann Mayburn Page B

your boy on the porch and bring him inside so I can watch you properly.”
    The bright light of the elegant foyer highlighted Moira, making her black and red latex mini-dress gleam. With her dark wine red curls falling about her shoulders she looked both seductive and feminine, a combination that Ryan must have liked because he swallowed hard before looking back at Emma. A little trickle of jealousy moved through her at Ryan admiring Moira, but she knew her friend would never cross the line with Ryan and Emma had to admit, Moira looked hot. Ryan would have to be blind to be unaffected by the other woman.
    “Roll your tongue back in your mouth,” she whispered to Ryan and couldn’t help but laugh as he flushed.
    Grinning, Emma tugged Ryan into Moira’s house and stopped inside the two story foyer. For a moment she had to do a double take at the sight of people in obvious fetish garb strolling around an elegant Victorian mansion even though she’d seen it before. The sight of Moira, dressed in her red and black latex with her sexy thigh high boots standing next to the entrance of an elegant parlor made her smile. Then she turned her attention to the rest of the room and found Tanya watching them with a cute little grin.
    Tanya wore a sultry French Maid’s uniform tonight with sheer black material over her breasts, exposing her pretty pink nipples. With her pink streaked hair piled on top of her head and her black skirt high enough to show her frilly white underwear Emma couldn’t help but move over to her and run a proprietary hand over her perky little breasts. Emma knew Moira had arranged for Tanya to be here just in case Emma wanted to use her. Of all the women in the world, Tanya was one of the few Emma completely trusted to not try and steal Ryan from her. For all of the pink haired woman’s flirting, she was utterly devoted to her Mistress, Moira, and her Master, Chris. And they were utterly devoted to the small woman’s pleasure in return.
    “My, my, what do we have here?”
    “A naughty little girl,” came a deep man’s voice from the parlor off of the foyer.
    Tanya’s Master, Chris, came strolling into the foyer with a wide smile creasing his classically handsome face. In a way he reminded her of a young Paul Newman and Chris was certainly easy on the eyes. He was a tall, well-built man in his early forties with dark blond hair and an easy grace dressed in black jeans and a tight, black t-shirt. Emma had known him for almost as long as she’d known Moira and she immediately gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Chris, it’s so good to see you.”
    He gave her a squeeze before letting her go. “I heard you were bringing your new sub with you tonight. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
    With a laugh she turned to Ryan and had to hide her smile at the barely hidden warning look he was giving Chris. Ahhh, Alpha males. Submissive or not, they didn’t like any man touching what they considered theirs, especially another Alpha male. Chris must have noticed as well because he gave a low chuckle then whispered in her ear, “Only you would pick the most dangerous dog in the junk yard to collar. He’s delicious. Does he swing my way?”
    She gave a low laugh and whispered in Chris’s ear, “Nope.”
    “Damn.”
    Chris leaned down and kissed the side of Emma’s neck, keeping his eyes on Ryan the whole time. While Emma knew he was doing it just to get a rise out of Ryan - Chris loved provoking male subs - she didn’t like the way Ryan looked like he was about two breaths from kicking the other man’s ass.
    That would not do - at all.
    “Ryan.” He shot her a defiant look, and she decided to nip this problem at the bud. “Attend, now.”
    For a moment he hesitated, then he dropped to his knees in the foyer, his thighs spread and his head down. Her breath caught at how handsome he was, and she loved the internal conflict to remain on his knees she read in his body language. Moira must have liked