Free The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub by Jenika Snow

am.”
    Okay,
so maybe now he would realize how bad an idea this was. She wasn’t in the
business of being a home-wrecker, and currently was not into doing things with
someone who was involved with another.
    “So
you can see how bad this really is?” She went to move away, but he kept her
immobile with his hand on her lower back. His erection was still going strong,
and her traitorous body grew wetter.
    “You
can’t be that naive, querida .”
He lowered his head, but right before their lips touched he moved his mouth to
her ear. “I’m not the only one that thinks this is the best fucking idea.”
Before she could question him he had her turned around so her back now pressed
to his chest. His cock dug into her from behind, and a gasp left her before she
could catch herself. Dietrich stood just inside the doorway. His body was
propped up against the doorframe, and his hands were shoved in the front
pockets of his sharp suit jacket. How long had he been standing there? She
hadn’t seen him when she turned to leave just moments before. Had he heard what
she said? Had he seen their almost kiss? Blythe was frozen as she stared at him.
He didn’t move from his spot, not even when Stellan started running his hands
down her sides, over her belly, and stopped right above the spot between her
legs that was soaked at this point.
    “Do
you like when he touches you?” Dietrich’s voice was deceptively soft. Was he
angry? He couldn’t be, not with the way he watched them, and made no move to
stop what Stellan did. She opened her mouth to respond when his words cut her
off. “Don’t lie to me either.” The words were sharp and cold, like the blade of
a knife. God, that had been what she was going to do.
Lie right through her fucking teeth. Stellan’s breath teased her ear, and she
tried to stop the shiver that moved through her whole body. She failed miserably.
    “Answer
him, Blythe.” Stellan’s voice had her nipples beading to the point she feared
they’d be visible through her dress.
    “Yes,
I like it.”
    Dietrich’s
jaw tightened. “Yes, you like it, what?” For a moment she had no idea what he
was talking about, but the steely look on his face told her everything she
needed to know.
    “Yes,
I like it when Stellan touches me, Mr. Moore.” Stellan all but purred behind
her, and another shocked sound came from her when she felt his shaft jerk
against her back.
    “Don’t
let me stop you two from continuing.” Dietrich sounded almost bored with the
proceeding, but when Blythe let her eyes travel down his big body, she could
see the evidence of how much he actually enjoyed it pressing against the fly of
his pants. She was turned around, and Stellan wrapped his muscular arms around
her. She felt so small in comparison. Her eyes fluttered when he used his big
hand to cup her chin. The width took up the entire bottom half of her jaw.
    Stellan’s
jaw clenched. “Ask me for it.”
    Oh my God. What
is going on? What are they doing to me? What am I doing to myself? Was Blythe actually going to let herself go there? As she looked into the mesmerizing blue
eyes of Stellan Alfonso, she knew that she was lost. The arousal in her was
just too strong. Maybe she’d regret this, but at the moment it was the only
thing she wanted to do. There was no way she would let herself think about what
repercussions that could entail.
    “Look
at me.” Stellan’s hard, deep words filled her. These men made her so
off-kilter. She honestly didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. “I will
not ask you again.” She opened her eyes. Something inside of her melted for
both of them. She didn’t want to disobey them, and pleasing them brought her
pleasure.
    “I
want you to kiss me.” There, she had done it, had said the words that would
either make everything gloriously better, or terribly worse.
    “Yeah,
I know you do.” Stellan’s voice dropped lower. “I was wondering when you’d stop
trying to convince yourself