Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Free Page B

length down her throat, to swallow his cum as it jutted from his cockhead intensified.
    “I was told this would be a business meeting.” Strange how she could sound so cool when everything inside her was boiling hot.
    Grant exchanged a look with Cade that sent slivers of need-laced trepidation careening down her spine. “Yes, you were and we wouldn’t want you to think Cade lied about that.”
    Uh-oh. Danger, Will Robinson. Though Grant’s words and tone had been sweet enough, something in his expression had her internal alarm cutting loose with an earsplitting shrill.
    “The way I figure it,” Cade began, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and drawing her attention right back down to his cock where it so didn’t need to be. She jerked her gaze back up only to find his lips tilting in a grin of cocky confidence that drove her hormones dangerously close to overload. “We can proceed with tonight one of two ways. We can enjoy our little drive to our destination, holding off the business talk until we get there. Or we can get the business talk out of the way in the truck and enjoy our dinner. We’ll leave that choice to you.”
    In other words, there wasn’t a chance in hell that they planned to let tonight be all about business. She had expected that. Hell, deep down she had wanted that. She simply didn’t know what to do about it. She didn’t how to handle it now that the truth was on the proverbial table.
    Justice laughed, a quick burst of air that sounded half amused and half resigned even to her own ears. “I can’t win for losing with you two, can I?” She put voice to her earlier revelation, knowing it fit just as much now as it did when she had said it to herself in the bedroom minutes before they arrived.
    “Of course you can, sweet thing.” Cade closed the distance between them in a single, short step that brought his rock-solid body pressing against hers.
    She sucked in a breath and her chest expanded, her breasts jutting out to push at his six-pack abdomen. Her nipples beaded to hardened points at the contact, sending darts of acute desire shooting straight to her already slickened pussy lips. The innate male scent of spice and sheer confidence surrounding him made her synapses misfire. She suddenly couldn’t think. She could barely breathe as everything inside her body went all wonky on her.
    She didn’t have to be looking at Grant to see him step closer, too. He moved into her peripheral vision, stopping so close she felt the heat radiating off him in waves of erotic assurance. She heard him take a deep breath, saw the wickedly slow rise of his left brow as her scent permeated his senses.
    Cade’s eyes glinted in recognition, and damn if he didn’t have to call her on it. “I’ve always loved the way you smell when you’re around us, sweet, hot, horny. You’re creaming now, aren’t you, darlin’?”
    Justice swallowed hard and held his unwavering gaze, but she didn’t speak. She couldn’t through the thick river of lust clogging her throat.
    “When was the last time you fingered your cunt?”
    The blunt question surprised a snappy comeback out of her. “That’s none of your business.”
    “I believe it is.” The calm inflection in his tone told her she better believe it, too. “When was the last time you lay back on your bed with your vibrator and pleasured that dripping pussy?”
    Justice felt her cheeks flame. She glanced away from him and her gaze collided with Grant’s.
    “There’s no need to be ashamed,” Grant told her, his tone gentle even as it held an unyielding power that threatened to possess her very soul. “It’s only natural for a single woman to pleasure herself.”
    “It will stop, of course,” Cade added, drawing her attention back to him. “Unless we’re present to give you permission otherwise.”
    “I don’t need your permission,” Justice snapped. Dear God, she wanted their permission. She wanted to have to ask for it, to be made to