desperately. Her hands began to roam over the hard contours of his body. His firm ass tightened beneath her exploring palms. He tugged his lips free and grinned down at her.
She caught movement in the largest video screen that hung over the head of the bed. Displayed was a fantastic male ass and a pair of familiar hands massaging the firm buttocks. She slid her hands up to Jacob ’s lower back , and the image changed with the movement .
“What in the world?”
“The cameras have motion sensors.”
She laughed. “Very sci-fi.”
“Sole Regret’s security chief is into this high - tech stuff. He set it up.”
She watched the monitor, which would be much easier to see when she was sprawled on her back on the bed. There was something undeniably sexy about feel ing his cool, skin beneath her hands and watching herself touch him on the screen. She wondered how much she’d be able to see when they got down to business.
“You okay with this?” he asked.
She couldn’t tear her attention away from the display of her hands stroking his ass.
“Amanda?”
She jerked at the sound of her name and forced her gaze to meet his. “Yeah , as long as there’s no recording made.”
“No recording,” he promised.
“Then I’m more than okay with this. Your ass looks amazing in my hands.” She gave his cheek a swat , and the muscle tensed. That sight did all sorts of things to the throbbing, swollen, heated flesh between her thighs.
Jacob released her, turned to the control panel near the door and started pushing buttons. The lights around the periphery of the room dimmed, casting shadows over the black satin sheets on the bed. The wooden canopy above the bed opened and some sort of contraption lowered out of the ceiling. B lack p added straps flopped down to hang above the center of the bed, swaying beneath heavy chains that affixed the collection of loops to a heavy spring .
Amanda lifted an eyebrow at the contraption. “Oh sure, you get me to agree to one kinky thing and then you think it’s okay to bring out the torture devices.”
“It’s not for torture. It’s a sex swing. I figured you were getting tired. This will make my mad sex skills easier on your body.”
She chuckled. “ Mad sex skills?” While she didn’t deny that he had mad sex skills, she couldn’t help but find it hilarious that he referred to them that way. She’d always imagined Jacob would be suave in bed. Impersonal. She was actually relieved that he was as fun inside the bedroom as he was out of it.
“Are you laughing at me, Amanda Lange?” The corner of his mouth twitched. His own attempts to keep a straight face weren’t working out so well for him.
“Of course not.”
“No one laughs at Shade Silverton.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
“Do they laugh at Jacob Silverton? Because he’s fuckin ’ hilarious. Mad sex skills. Oh Lord. ” Amanda looped both arms around his neck and buried her nose against his throat. She inhaled deeply , and her eyelids fluttered in bliss. Even with the hint of hot - tub chlorine on his skin, she could n’t get enough of the man’s scent. She wanted to bathe in it.
“ They laugh at the guy a ll the time,” he said. “But I’ve retired Jacob for the evening. Now it’s time for Shade to come out and play.”
“I prefer Jacob. He’s fun.”
“But he doesn’t have mad sex skills. He’s sort of a dork.” Shade lowered her to the mattress and kissed her gently before she could protest that Jacob did indeed have mad sex skills and was not a dork.
Shade opened a side table and retrieved a pair of sunglasses. She pouted when he put them on. One of the motion detecting cameras caught the movement of his hand and zoomed in on his face. On the screen above, he grinned. Not Jacob’s easy-going grin. Shade’s you have no idea what I’m about to do to you grin.
Amanda’s belly clenched , and she shivered.
Shade pulled out a drawer beneath the bed and
She caught movement in the largest video screen that hung over the head of the bed. Displayed was a fantastic male ass and a pair of familiar hands massaging the firm buttocks. She slid her hands up to Jacob ’s lower back , and the image changed with the movement .
“What in the world?”
“The cameras have motion sensors.”
She laughed. “Very sci-fi.”
“Sole Regret’s security chief is into this high - tech stuff. He set it up.”
She watched the monitor, which would be much easier to see when she was sprawled on her back on the bed. There was something undeniably sexy about feel ing his cool, skin beneath her hands and watching herself touch him on the screen. She wondered how much she’d be able to see when they got down to business.
“You okay with this?” he asked.
She couldn’t tear her attention away from the display of her hands stroking his ass.
“Amanda?”
She jerked at the sound of her name and forced her gaze to meet his. “Yeah , as long as there’s no recording made.”
“No recording,” he promised.
“Then I’m more than okay with this. Your ass looks amazing in my hands.” She gave his cheek a swat , and the muscle tensed. That sight did all sorts of things to the throbbing, swollen, heated flesh between her thighs.
Jacob released her, turned to the control panel near the door and started pushing buttons. The lights around the periphery of the room dimmed, casting shadows over the black satin sheets on the bed. The wooden canopy above the bed opened and some sort of contraption lowered out of the ceiling. B lack p added straps flopped down to hang above the center of the bed, swaying beneath heavy chains that affixed the collection of loops to a heavy spring .
Amanda lifted an eyebrow at the contraption. “Oh sure, you get me to agree to one kinky thing and then you think it’s okay to bring out the torture devices.”
“It’s not for torture. It’s a sex swing. I figured you were getting tired. This will make my mad sex skills easier on your body.”
She chuckled. “ Mad sex skills?” While she didn’t deny that he had mad sex skills, she couldn’t help but find it hilarious that he referred to them that way. She’d always imagined Jacob would be suave in bed. Impersonal. She was actually relieved that he was as fun inside the bedroom as he was out of it.
“Are you laughing at me, Amanda Lange?” The corner of his mouth twitched. His own attempts to keep a straight face weren’t working out so well for him.
“Of course not.”
“No one laughs at Shade Silverton.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
“Do they laugh at Jacob Silverton? Because he’s fuckin ’ hilarious. Mad sex skills. Oh Lord. ” Amanda looped both arms around his neck and buried her nose against his throat. She inhaled deeply , and her eyelids fluttered in bliss. Even with the hint of hot - tub chlorine on his skin, she could n’t get enough of the man’s scent. She wanted to bathe in it.
“ They laugh at the guy a ll the time,” he said. “But I’ve retired Jacob for the evening. Now it’s time for Shade to come out and play.”
“I prefer Jacob. He’s fun.”
“But he doesn’t have mad sex skills. He’s sort of a dork.” Shade lowered her to the mattress and kissed her gently before she could protest that Jacob did indeed have mad sex skills and was not a dork.
Shade opened a side table and retrieved a pair of sunglasses. She pouted when he put them on. One of the motion detecting cameras caught the movement of his hand and zoomed in on his face. On the screen above, he grinned. Not Jacob’s easy-going grin. Shade’s you have no idea what I’m about to do to you grin.
Amanda’s belly clenched , and she shivered.
Shade pulled out a drawer beneath the bed and
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