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I bit down hard on my lip and forced my breaths to calm as he undid two more buttons and exposed my collarbones and the tops of my breasts.

“Well,” said Blake, his voice as smooth and rich as dark coffee. Mischief danced across his brown eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

I pressed my lips together and jerked my head to the side. The answer was no. I wanted him to continue, but there was no way I would admit that to the triumvirate.

Blake trailed his fingertips over my right breast, making wide circles and avoiding my nipples. I swallowed hard. He was doing this on purpose. Trying to get me riled up and frustrated enough to admit that I wanted this. Wanted him. It was probably his revenge for how badly I had treated him the term before by denying his need for attention. One of his fingertips skimmed my nipple, sending a bolt of electricity down to my core.

I huffed out a breath and gave Blake what I hoped was an irritated glower. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

Henry snickered. “I can assure you, from where we’re sitting, you’re making it very hard for us.”

My gaze flickered to the sofa, where Henry and Edward sat together, each sporting erections. I licked my lips. “Are you two just going to just watch?”

Edward pressed down on his erection with the heel of his hand. “If you want the three of us together, you’ll have to beg.”

I shook my head. No matter what Blake did with those nimble fingers, he wouldn’t break my composure.

Henry grinned. “Thanks, Blake. This is exactly what I need to forget about my woes.”

I pulled a face. Since when was I the entertainment for retired bullies?

“This time, I’ll help you disrobe,” murmured Blake, “But the next time, you’re taking it off at our command.”

My thighs quivered, and arousal built between my legs like a persistent ache.

Blake moved to my back as though wanting to give his friends a better view of me in my excited state. He slid his arms over the fabric of my shirt, up my ribs and cupped my breasts, making sure to give them a tight squeeze. I grunted and arched my back. My ass cheeks brushed against his erection, and a groan reverberated in his chest that made the muscles of my core ripple. With a long, shuddering breath, I rested my head back on his shoulder and writhed against him.

“Squeeze her nipples,” Henry said in a strangled voice.

Blake rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making heat flush through my body and settle in my throbbing core.

“Undo four buttons of that blouse, and I’ll make you feel really good,” Blake murmured into my ear.

Of their own volition, my hands scrambled to unbutton my shirt. Arousal made my head spin, and the pulse between my ears pounded so hard, I forgot to stop at four and unfastened all the buttons. Blake pulled back the fabric, revealing my white, lacy bra to his friends. Henry whistled, and Edward smirked.

“Nice work.” He swiped both thumbs against my nipples, making me grind against his erection and clench the muscles of my sopping core. “Do you want my mouth?”

I gave the slightest of nods.

“Where do you want it? Say it out loud, so the others can hear.”

I gulped. “O-on my nipples.”

“May I take off your bra?”

Before I’d finished nodding, he unhooked my bra and peeled the straps down my arms. The garment fell to the ground, exposing my breasts to the triumvirate. A flush heated my cheeks. So far, only Edward had seen me at this level of undress.

Henry leaned forward, green eyes wide. “Come here.”

Blake wrapped his arms around my middle and walked me across the study. He took his seat on the Chesterfield, on Henry’s other side, leaving me standing alone before three hungry gazes.

A pleasant shiver ran down my spine. The triumvirate had me half-naked, squirming, yearning for their touch. I was completely at their mercy, and there was not a thing I wanted to do about it.

Chapter 7

Henry’s gaze roved from one breast to another. “Are you ready to beg for our tongues?”

The heat on my cheeks traveled down between my legs, making my core throb with need. I wanted to say no. To tell them they didn’t own me, but the words died in my throat. Henry’s gaze flicked up to mine, and the look of hunger burning in his verdant, green eyes made my knees want to buckle.