Chloé (Confessions #9)

ETHAN LOOKED DOWN at the sensual picture Chloé made lounged back on Zayne’s lap, her bare legs spread wide, her beautiful breasts spilling free. Her hard nipples were rosy red, like cherries on a sundae, and the bodice of the gown cradled them like hands of the gods offering them up to him.

When she first stepped into the room tonight, it had been all Ethan could do to keep himself in check. His control had already been tested with Zayne so near in an outfit that made Ethan want bend his man over the couch and fuck him into next week.

But somehow, he’d managed to refocus and zero in on the gorgeous gown that accentuated every curve of her body, from her high, pert breasts to the sensual flare of her hips. The firelight caught on the silver and gold silk and shimmered every time she moved.

He hadn’t been sure how she’d react to what they’d planned for her tonight. But when Zayne had shown him a passage from that sexy book of hers, his mind had gone into overdrive.