The Heiress’s First Date (The Heiress Merger #3)

1. Katherine

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KATHERINE

I squeeze King’s hand as the elevator rockets toward the sky. He bounces up onto the balls of his feet, more keyed up than nervous. Which is a good thing, as far as I’m concerned.

Alex’s arm tightens around my waist, and I lean into his strong frame. That last orgasm left me weak and deliciously boneless.

Somehow, they managed to once again stave off a panic attack, redirecting my attention to them. These men are part protector and part cocoon.

I turn my face into Alex’s chest, soaking up his scent.

“You good?” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head. I thought I had Jell-O knees before. But the way this man takes care of me...

I squeeze his waist with my free arm and tip my face up to him. My stomach does a little backflip at the heat banked in his dark eyes. “I’m amazing.”

“That’s what we like to hear.” Gabe leans against the wall, hands in his pocket, staring at me.

They’re going to give me a stomach ache with all the fluttery feelings.

Ding.

Heat races over my skin. I know nothing will happen if I don’t want it to, but it feels like the four of us have been racing down the Autobahn and we’re about to arrive at our destination. My mind runs away with the analogy. Are we going to crash and burn?

The doors open and Gabe steps out, then holds out a hand to me. “Come on, Princess. I’ll show you around.”

His brilliant blue eyes draw me forward like the promise of a fine wine at the end of a long day. Placing my hand in his feels monumental, more risky than anything we’ve done before. His fingers close around mine, and he tugs me to him, cupping my cheek.

“I’ll be right back,” King says, pulling me from my trance.

I glance over my shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“Just need to grab something from your place.”

Funny how it doesn’t feel like my place anymore. It’s been my safe space for two years, but these men have left their mark with the memories they’ve given me already.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if he wants me to go with him.

“I’ll go with you so you can get back up here.” Alex reaches over and hits a button on the panel.

The doors close, sealing them inside.

Gabe’s hand slides into my hair, drawing my attention back to him. He ducks his head, blotting out the light, the world, reality. I can’t look away and don’t want to. Sliding my hands up his chest, I stare at his lips. Lips that have taunted me for so long, and now I can kiss them whenever I want.

He groans and wraps an arm around my waist, tugging my hips to his. “Feel that?”

The hard column of his cock pressed against my belly? Absolutely.

But also how taut his muscles are, as if he’s holding himself back and that restraint is costing him. It’s delicious, knowing how I affect this man who I’ve thought for so long was enemy number one.

“Mmhmm.”

A giddy thrill rushes through me, and I press up onto my toes. His breath fans against my cheeks. Our lips brush, then lock. I meet him kiss for kiss, opening my mouth when his tongue teases me. He tastes like soda and whiskey.

He spins us and pushes me back a step until I’m plastered to a wall.

“Twice wasn’t enough, was it, Princess?” He trails his lips down my jaw, and I tip my head away, making room for him at my neck.

Twice?

“You need to come again, don’t you? Greedy little thing.”

He sounds pleased at the discovery. Like he’s happy to be figuring me out.

That makes two of us.

And I’m not going to deny myself. I tug at his shirt. “If you’re up for it.”

He thrusts his hips against me, driving that steely length harder into my belly. My pussy flutters around the vibe, knowing how amazing he feels inside me.

“You know I’m up for it.” The growled words send a shiver down my spine.

He’s most definitely up for it.

He presses a line of kiss down to my shoulder and then back up, nipping my jaw. Whimpering, I tighten my arms around him, thankful for his hold because I really do question the stability of my legs right now.

And it only gets worse the more he touches me, trailing those wicked fingers down my sides, past the hem of my dress. He gathers the material in his hands, dragging the tips of his fingers up my thighs.

“You’re all I’ve fucking thought about for days, Princess. You and that amazing little humming moan you make when you come. I’ve been trying to figure out how I can make you come while my dick is in your mouth because I bet that feels like heaven.”

He says all of this with barely any space between us. Frustration pours off him even as his words are breathy with wonder.

Gabe bends his knees, taking those seductive lips away from mine, and tugs my panties down.

Air leaves my lungs in a rush, and I drop my head back against the wall. My hands fall to his shoulders as I steady myself.

“Step,” he murmurs, on his knees now.

I lift one foot, then the other. The vibrator is losing the battle of gravity with how crazy wet I am. I clench my muscles to keep it in place.

“Did you just put those in your pocket?” I ask, chagrin twisting my stomach. And right behind that riot of emotion is a kick of arousal. My panties are in Gabriel Rothburn’s pocket.

“If you’re a good girl, you can have them back later.” The challenge in his words lights me from the inside out.

I trace a finger along his cheek to his lower lip. Those sinful lips part, and he nips the pad of my finger, then sucks the digit inside. Heat races over my skin, and I let out a shaky breath. “Maybe I don’t want them back.”

Smart man that he is, he instantly knows what I’m implying. That I intend to be bad. Naughty. Reckless. Pick your word.

His jaw drops, releasing my captive finger, and he groans as he rests his forehead against my belly. I laugh, rubbing my hands over his shoulders, delighting in the fact that I’ve made the tech tycoon short circuit.

When he looks up at me, those brilliant blue eyes sparkling with intent, all the pieces of my life fall into place. Everything leading up to this, all the schooling, board meetings, and society events, paved a path to bring me here. To Gabe’s apartment. It feels right. A touch forbidden but exactly where I’m supposed to be.

“While you’re down there?—”

His lips pull up into a smirk. “Yes, Princess?”

He kisses my hip and then pushes my dress up to my waist. With a groan, he leans in, lips nibbling a line toward my clit.

I can’t get the words out when he’s teasing me like this. It’s as if the air in my lungs is frozen and my brain has forgotten how to send signals to my tongue and vocal cords.

My juices coat the inside of my thighs, and, some other time, I might feel the burn of embarrassment. But not today. Not when he’s so enthralled.

Nudging the vibrator aside, he licks my clit. The single swipe of his tongue causes a chain reaction. My hips tilt toward him, offering myself to his kisses. My nipples harden to the point of pain. I whimper my need because he’s right. Twice isn’t enough. Not when I was surrounded by three prime specimens of male perfection.

My hormones are firing on all cylinders.

“Take it out,” I whisper.

“You sure I shouldn’t turn it on and dial you up to a ten?” His voice deepens, positively wicked.

I slide my fingers into his hair and tug just enough to make him wince.

“I’m done with the toy.”

His eyebrows wiggle. Naughty, naughty man.

“Is that right?” He licks me again. “Hold your dress, Princess.”

I do as he asks, scrunching the skirt beneath my breasts so I can watch him.

His palms slide across my skin. “Do you need something,” he tugs the vibrator gently, “less mechanical?”

The silicone slides free, leaving me empty, pussy clutching at nothing. Tossing the toy aside, he groans and leans into me again. “You’re so flushed. Dripping. It’s sexy as fuck.”

If anyone else was giving me such a thorough inspection and a blow-by-blow of my lady parts, I might dissolve with mortification. But Gabe is such a scientist. So analytical. And right now, he seems thoroughly bemused, almost proud to have made my body react in such a way.

Spreading my lower lips with one hand, he presses his other arm across my hips, holding me to the wall.

I drop my head back and close my eyes. My senses are on overload. Every breath he takes teases me. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

“Look at the mess you’ve made for me.” The pride in his voice brings another rush of moisture, which he, of course, notices and groans happily. He licks a straight line up to my clit, feathering back and forth, then slowly circles, driving me mad.

“Mmm.”

He hooks his hand beneath my leg and drapes it over his shoulder. I keep one hand speared through his hair. Those talented fingers dive back between my legs, holding me open for his mouth.

Then he eats me out like a man who hasn’t dined for a week. It’s messy and noisy and fucking perfect. He thrusts a long finger into me, curling it just right and a tiny firework zings through my veins, prepping me for what’s to come.

But then he leans back, taking those lips away from where I need them most.

My eyelids pop open. “Gabe?—”

He kisses my thigh and groans. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say my name just like that.”

“I need you.”

“I know you do, honey. But we should wait for our friends.”

I hum in displeasure only because I was spiraling up that mountain of pleasure at breakneck speed. He’s not wrong, though. The idea of the four of us together sends a fresh burst of heat over my skin.

“You could always forbid me from coming,” I say, but it sounds like a plea. What can I say? I love having his mouth between my thighs.

“You really are a vixen, aren’t you?”

It’s not a no.

I smile.

“Is that what you want? Me teasing you until you’re begging for it? ’Til you’re boneless and growling my name? Can you promise you won’t come?”

Can I?

It sounded good at the time, but his pleasure is impossible to miss. It leaches into his voice, his touch, the throaty growls that turn me inside out.

He nips my hip bone and then kisses a path along the line between my leg and hip. Across my mound to my other hip. Everywhere but where I need him most.

“Please—”

“Promise me.” He pauses over my clit, and I feel his heat.

“Gabe—”

“That’s it, Princess. Beg me.”

Ding.

The air leaves my lungs with a whoosh, and I roll my head along the wall, wildly turned on and needing release. The doors part, and Kingston’s gaze locks with mine.

He smiles. It’s the kind of smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle with happiness.

But just as quickly, he schools his expression as he takes in the whole sordid scene.

“I see you started without us.”