Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page A

arm round her slim waist and pulled her against him. “And your nipples,” he added. “They’re rock hard. Don’t tell me that doesn’t give you a thrill.”
    “Oh, all right then, it feels nice.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Does that fuel your ego enough?”
    “Nice!” Harry roared with laughter. “You do realize that you’ve just terminally insulted my big brother? He doesn’t do anything as mediocre as nice. ”
    Steffi shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, like she was starting to enjoy herself. Perhaps it had even occurred to her that she was the one in control here. Some of the tension left her body and she relaxed against him.
    “Just telling it like it is,” she said with a sweet smile.
    Jonny growled, dropped his head, and kissed that smile clean off her lips. The moment she started to respond, Jonny broke the kiss, sat down again, and pulled her onto his lap. Harry and Brad were still on the sofa and lifted her legs to rest over their thighs. Brad removed her shoes and massaged the soles of her feet. She closed her eyes and groaned. In the centre, Harry had responsibility for her thighs and ran a hand gently along their inner surface through the fabric of her pants.
    Without the need for words, the guys did what they did best, arousing her without removing her clothes or touching a single erogenous zone. She needed to be totally confident and then take them off herself. It was a big task, but the possibility of failure didn’t cross their minds.
    Brad’s hands worked their way up her calves. Harry’s crept tantalizingly closer to Steffi’s pussy.
    “For someone who’s frigid,” Jonny said, his voice a soft, persuasive purr, “you seem to react positively to being touched.”
    Steffi opened her eyes. “There’re three of you. It makes me feel—”
    “Liberated?” Harry suggested.
    “Perhaps.”
    “Never lie to us,” Jonny said, reaching down to gently tap her thigh. “If we ask you how something feels, don’t think about it first. Just tell us.”
    “Your thighs are damp,” Harry told her. “You’ll wreck your nice pants at this rate.”
    “It doesn’t matter.”
    “Seems a shame,” Jonny said. “You ready to take them off for us?”
    “You want me to undress myself?” She made it sound like a death sentence.
    “Absolutely.”
    She shook her head against his chest. “I’m not sure that I can.”
    “Why?” Harry asked. “Something to be ashamed of?”
    “I’m not used to being naked in front of more than one man at once.”
    “Does the idea excite you?” Jonny asked.
    “Well, I—”
    “Don’t stop to think about it,” Jonny said in a tone of firm authority when she hesitated. “Find the freedom to say what’s inside your head. We need to know what you’re feeling.”
    “I feel excitement, but that’s nothing new. Sam could get me excited.”
    “But didn’t deliver,” Brad said, scowling. “You won’t have that problem with us.”
    “How can you be so sure?”
    “We’re sure,” said three voices together.
    Their total conviction either reassured or annoyed her, Jonny wasn’t sure which. Either way, it had the desired effect. She levered herself from Jonny’s lap and stood up. Without looking at them, she pulled the top over her head and unfastened her pants, allowing them to slip down her legs. Finally, clad just in pretty pink underwear, she lifted her gaze to theirs.
    “See,” she said defensively. “There’s nothing special about me.”
    “Says who?” Brad demanded.
     
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    It was the craziest thing. Steffi didn’t do exhibitionism, but standing in front of these three hunks wearing nothing but underwear that had seen better days, she felt empowered. It was the way they were looking at her that did the trick, the bulges in their pants telling her they appreciated what they saw. How come? They must have had hundreds of women between them over the years, all of them better looking, better shaped, and