Along For The Ride (erotic menage)

The two men exchanged meaningful looks and nodded at each other. Georgie wondered if it was a silent acknowledgement from Cal that the scene was set. Her pulse began to trip higher.

Jason touched Cal lightly on the back as he passed, in a gesture of greeting, before walking over to Georgie. He was a very handsome man, his skin warm and lightly tanned, his features classical, his body firmly muscled and attractive. She could see he was ready for some action—the hunger in his expression was obvious. He looked into her eyes then kissed her on both cheeks, slowly, his hands slowly smoothing her hair back from her face. The brush of his lips and the musky scent of his skin brought a momentary pause to Georgie's breathing. Anticipation forced it on again, more rapidly. Georgie smiled in appreciation and drove the momentary doubts back where they came from in her mind. She wanted this—she knew it was going to be good.

"Hello babe, you're looking good."

"You're looking pretty fit yourself," she replied, feeling very reckless and daring, her pulse rate flying up as she allowed herself to take in the presence of so much testosterone.

Cal watched them negotiating each other. She could see he was looking with his artist's eye, for the painting, but she sensed it was more than that, it was a thrill to him, this, to share his friends, to offer them to one another this way. Her body burned up with a mixture of shame and desire, because she was about to display herself in a way that she never had before.

"Should we let him watch?" Jason whispered to her. "We could just tell him to get lost." Humor danced through his expression.

"I doubt you could make him."

Jason chuckled.

"Perhaps you're right."

She glanced at Cal who frowned at them from across the room. She blew him a kiss.

Jason closed on her, kissing her neck as she looked into Calvin's eyes. Power surged through her veins. This was going to be good, she knew it.