Gifting Me To His Best Friend Read online Katee Robert (A Touch of Taboo #2)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Touch of Taboo Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
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Without the guilt, pure lust rolls over me, rivaled only by my anticipation for things to come. Thirty-six hours of hedonistic indulgence and fucking.

This Christmas is going to be one for the record books.

Chapter 4

I look stunning in the lingerie. Truly like the present Grayson’s turned me into. While I kneel next to the Christmas tree, he putters around the living room, dimming the lights and building the fire back up. He’s wearing lounge pants and nothing else, and I lick my lips at how good he looks. He’s not actively training for a marathon right now—he’ll start another circuit after the holidays—but he’s in some of the best shape of his life. His muscles aren’t carved in stone or any of that nonsense but I know firsthand how much lean strength he has coiled in that body. More than enough to haul me around for some sexy manhandling.

I press my thighs together. “Come here.”

Grayson gives a dry laugh. “Not with that look on your face. I’ll smudge your lipstick.”

Lipstick a perfect red to match my lingerie. “Good. It’s not going to last the night.” Long-stay lip color has nothing on the things I hope we’re going to get up to.

“I’ll wait my turn.”

My body goes tight at the reminder of the game we’re playing. His turn.

Footsteps draw my attention to the hallway leading to the second bedroom. Derek is wearing lounge pants, too, nearly an identical pair to Grayson’s. He drags his hand through his hair and looks at us, all feigned innocence. “What’s this?”

Grayson’s lips curve into a slow smile. “We’ve been friends a long time. I thought we’d celebrate Christmas a little differently this year.”

Derek’s gaze tracks to me and the hunger in his eyes has me fighting not to squirm. It doesn’t seem to matter that he had his mouth all over my pussy an hour ago. He looks at me like he isn’t sure he can control himself. And then the power of his gaze is gone, turning to Grayson. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d wrapped up your wife as a present for me. She’s under the Christmas tree and everything.”

Grayson strides to me and digs his hand into my hair, tilting my head back a little and arching my back. “I’ve seen the way you watch her.”

“She’s beautiful.” He shrugs as if that’s excuse enough. “And funny and smart and dirty as fuck. I’d have to be dead not to want her.”

“Merry Christmas.”

If Derek had questions, they were asked on the ski slope, because he stalks toward us, expression intent. “That’s one hell of a gift, Grayson.”

“You can thank me later.”

Derek’s gaze doesn’t lose its heat as he looks at my husband. “Oh, I will.”

Grayson guides me to my feet, catching me under my elbows when my knees nearly buckle with anticipation. I’m standing between these two men, closer than we’ve ever been before. Soon we’re going to be closer than we’ve ever been.

Grayson presses a kiss to the back of my neck and releases me. “Have fun.” And then he retreats, walking to the chair next to the fire and sinking into it. It gives him a full view of the room. Of us.

I don’t know what I expect, but Derek just studies me, his gaze tracing over me so slowly I think I might die from it. It doesn’t seem to matter that he saw me naked earlier. He’s looking at me like this is the first time.

He reaches out and slowly runs his fingers through my hair. He’s not touching me anywhere real but I still feel the contact through my entire body. My breath escapes in a shudder and I have to fight not to lean into him.

I won’t touch him first. My pride refuses to allow it. Besides, I’m a gift and a gift doesn’t unwrap itself.

His hand drifts down to my shoulder. A relatively innocent thing, somewhere he’s touched me before, but the intention is so different. Derek presses his hand to my upper chest, his fingers brushing my collarbones. “I like how you’ve wrapped my gift, Grayson.”

I glance at my husband, watching us with so much heat in his gaze, I’m surprised the room hasn’t been engulfed in flames. He leans back in the chair, all studied relaxation. “I thought you might.”

Derek drags his fingers lightly down the straps that crisscross my chest, pausing between my breasts, which are barely covered in lace that showcases my nipples. He keeps going, tracing the straps creating a pattern down my stomach and over my hips, to the panties that tease at more than a glimpse of my pussy. The whole thing is complicated and took Grayson’s help to get into.

And it looks amazing.

He moves, circling to stand behind me. No doubt studying the way my ass is on display and bared completely of straps. I jump when he brushes me there. He chuckles. “Nervous?”


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