Hers for the Evening by Jasmine Haynes

Author:Jasmine Haynes [Haynes, Jasmine]
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-27T10:00:00+00:00

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HUNTER’S HEART DAMN NEAR JACKHAMMERED THROUGH HIS CHEST. “We need a glass of wine to celebrate.”

Devon stared at him wide-eyed. Now that she’d agreed, she’d freaked herself out, but he knew her well enough. Once she said yes, she meant it. He uncorked the bottle, a sweet dessert wine she favored. He poured, drank deeply, the sweetness caressing his throat as he swallowed, topped off again, then filled the second glass, and set the bottle back in the ice bucket. She stood within the courtesan’s hold. Without letting go, the man propelled her forward, deeper into the room, almost as if he were presenting her to Hunter, and it somehow made the moment hotter. Slipping his hand beneath the fall of hair at her nape, Hunter held the glass to her lips. “Drink.”

She sipped. He didn’t force her to take more than she wanted.

“Now taste me,” he ordered. Blood rushed through his veins. His hand a guide on the back of her neck, she rose slightly on her high heels, tipping her head back. Finally, after ten years, her mouth touched his. Holy Christ. He drowned in her scent, in the sweetness of her lips. She licked him first, along the seam, entreating him to open. He wanted nothing more than to devour her. She tasted sweet like the wine, fresh like winter air, and the hot spiciness of feminine arousal intoxicated him. He took her tongue deep, then forced a retreat and took her mouth. Her nipples hardened against his chest, and he felt the imprint of a male hand as the courtesan teased her breasts.

He’d never done a threesome, never thought he’d want to share, but watching her that night had done something to him. He wanted to see as well as do. He wanted to watch her be tasted as much as taste her himself. Kissing her, he stole a hand between them and worked her other nipple. She moaned and writhed, rose high on her heels to wrap her arm around his neck, and consumed his mouth as if it were the spoils of war. Together, he and the courtesan drove her closer to ecstasy, then, as if telepathy existed, they pulled back at the same moment, leaving her frenzied, bewildered, wanting, craving.

She blinked, focused, glanced from him to Kenneth and back. Her chest rose 132

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and fell. She licked her lips. “Which one first?” she whispered. The courtesan tossed his jacket on a chair, stripped off his tie, and undid his shirt to the third button. Moving behind her, he bent his knees, holding her hips and grinding his pelvis against her ass. “You don’t have to choose. We can both play at once.” He raised his eyes to Hunter’s as he rocked against her. “I suck your nipples, he licks your pussy.” She moaned for them both. “He fucks you, you suck my cock. It’s interactive. Nobody gets left out.”

She laid her head back on his shoulder and pierced Hunter with her gaze. There was no coercion; she wanted this, she knew what she was doing.

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