Excerpt from Lust Times Two:
She’s gorgeous, but she doesn’t know it. I want to help her see this beauty. Kaley is a woman oblivious to her sexuality. The way she swings her hips when she walks. That sultry, sweet voice. The way those long, golden lashes frame her golden brown eyes. Natural sensuality.
I want to be the one to wake her inner siren up. We do. But she has to want us. We’d never force a woman. Not our style. If she lets us, we’ll show her pure ecstasy.
I want to hear her scream my name. To watch her face while she comes hard. We’ll worship every inch of her body. Teach her how to worship herself.
She’s interested. Curious. I can tell from those shy, sexy smiles. The way she blushes whenever my hand brushes her hip. When my chest sweeps over her back. Soon, she’ll approach me. Ask the question I know she’s dying to ask. Then we’ll show her pleasure she’s never dreamed of.
I can’t wait.
“They’re sex on a stick.” My best friend, Deb, practically drools as she watches the two personal trainers. “You’re one lucky gal.” She’s having an eye orgasm.
Who can blame her? Sloane Becker and Caleb Moran are delicious sin wrapped in skin. Women and men sign up at the gym they own together just for the eye candy. Shedding a few pounds and toning up isn’t the only reason I hired Sloane as my personal trainer.
“You should break off a piece of that,” Deb says. “Break off a piece of both.”
Laughing, I shake my head at her. “I’m not their type.” I look down at my curvy, size 16 body. “Besides, I think they’re together.”
“That’s caca, and you know it.” Deb lets go of the elliptical handle and lightly shoves my arm. “You’re hot. They’re hot. You’d make a sexy sandwich.”
“Hey, keep your hands on the machine.”
Sloane waves to me, and I watch him saunter toward us. He looks a bit like Channing Tatum. Sweat pours from his short, messy walnut brown hair. I’d like to lick it off.
“Like to put my hands on something else.” Deb’s gaze glues to him. “You sure he and Caleb are together? Maybe they swing both ways.”
Deb’s lips curl in a saucy grin. “Why don’t you ask them?”
Sloane’s arrival cuts our conversation short. “You started without me.” His gray eyes glimmer and he smirks.
I try not to stammer like an idiot when I introduce Deb. “This is my friend, Deb. She’s thinking about signing up for your program. Can she watch us today?”
“Sure.” Sloane turns to Deb. “You like to watch, huh?”
Red creeps from my best friend’s neck to her ears. “I love to watch.”