“Spread your legs, baby. Rafe wants to see your pussy.” Cam’s fingers found the hem of her skirt and pulled the cotton fabric up. Her small black undies were bunched up and soaking wet. It looked like Cam had merely shoved them to the side in his haste to get inside.

Rafe corrected the problem. He knelt on the bed and let his hands slide up her long legs, reveling in every silky curve. He took a long, slow tour before he drew the small piece of cotton off her body, leaving her perfectly plump pussy in full sight. It was a vision. She was shaved and glistening, the lips of her pussy were slightly swollen from Cam’s use, and her juice made it look slick and inviting.

He couldn’t miss the long, thin scar that ran just above her pelvic bone. There were other scars from where de Sade had stabbed her repeatedly. Emotion choked him. He leaned over and kissed that scar.

“Rafe, I don’t want to think about that tonight. Can’t we just have fun?” Laura asked, her eyes pleading with him.

He nodded and forced himself to look away from the scars. He wanted her, and beyond that, he wanted to please her. He let his fingers slide across her clit. Rafe wanted to dive into that dessert, but he needed something from her first.

Rafe’s hands went to the front of his slacks. He carefully pulled the zipper down while he watched Cam turned Laura’s head toward his. His partner took their lover’s mouth in a long, slow kiss. Rafe shoved his slacks off along with his boxers. He toed out of his loafers, and then his shirt hit the floor, too. He felt better naked. God, he always wanted to be naked with her.

“I think Rafe needs some attention, baby.” Cam let go of her mouth. He palmed her breasts one last time. “You better give him some.”

Rafe knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to feel her mouth on his cock before he took her pussy. “Come on, bella. Get on your hands and knees.”

Her eyes were languid, her movements lazy as she did what he asked. Cam pulled her skirt off her body so she was totally bare except for the sunny yellow heels she wore.

“Where do you keep the lube, baby?” Cam asked.

“In the nightstand.” She flushed. “I only use it when I…” Rafe petted her hair as he moved into position. “You use a vibrator?”

Cam pulled out her purple rabbit-head vibe and a small tube of lube. “It’s a bit small. I don’t suppose you have an anal plug?”

“No,” she said on a breathy huff. “I play around with a vibe from time to time. I do not anally plug myself to have fun on a Saturday night.”

“Well, bella, I think that sounds like a very fun Saturday night.

We’ll need to go shopping.” He widened his stance and took his cock in hand. It was pointing her way like it knew the way home. “We might have to go to Denver. I doubt this place has a well-stocked sex shop.”

“I think you would be surprised what you can find here.” Her tongue peeked out from her cherry red lips. Rafe’s cock jumped.

“Come on, bella. Lick me.” He didn’t want to argue Bliss’s many attributes. He wanted a blow job.

That little pink tongue swiped over the head of his cock, and he counted himself lucky he didn’t spew cum right then and there. He forced the need down. He wanted to make this last.

Laura whimpered a little.

“It’s all right, baby. It’s lube. I’m going to get your ass ready. I won’t take it tonight, but soon. It’s just my fingers tonight.” Cam was on his knees behind her, his hand hidden behind the luscious curves of her heart-shaped ass.

“What’s he doing to you?” Rafe asked. He wanted to hear her voice as she talked about getting her ass ready to take a pounding.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait for it. He wanted to watch as Cam pounded into her and know that it would be his turn to shove his hard dick up her rectum.

“He’s pushing his fingers in. I don’t know if I like it or not.” She wiggled a little as though trying to accommodate him.

“Let me play just a bit, and I’ll eat your pussy. You like that, don’t you? You like when I eat your sopping wet pussy like it’s a slice of pie I can’t get enough of.” Cam’s eyes were looking down. Rafe could imagine. He was looking down, watching his fingers disappear into her tight, puckered hole. “Let me play, and I’ll give you what you want. Now suck Rafe’s cock.”

She leaned forward and pulled his cockhead between her lips.

Rafe shoved his hands in her hair and gritted his teeth. Her tongue was lighting sparks all over his cock. She teased him with little licks that never stayed in the same place, but dashed and tantalized all over.

She licked a path from the tiny slit of his cockhead down to his balls, where she traced the line that separated them with her tongue. It felt so good. Rafe’s cock was pulsing in anticipation.

She sucked his balls, causing them to tighten with pleasure. She popped one and then the other into the heat of her mouth, lavishing them with affection.

She groaned suddenly, the sound reverberating across his taut flesh.

“Sorry,” Cam said with a grin that told Rafe he wasn’t at all sorry.

“I just added finger number two. She’s really tight.” Rafe eyed his partner. “Stop playing and give her what you promised. I’m not going to last forever.” Cam frowned, but he pulled his fingers out of her ass. “Fine, but we do have all night, you know. I don’t intend to sleep.”

“Says the man who already came inside her.” Rafe was on edge.

He needed to come. He needed to fill her up, but he didn’t want to do it if she didn’t come along for the ride. Cam could take care of her while she took care of him.

Laura looked up at him, her blue eyes half-closed and a little smile on her face. With a deliberate wink, she reached out with her tongue and delicately licked at the pre-cum pooling on the tip of his dick.

She was playing with him. He wasn’t having that. The caveman that was always lurking just under his very modern surface surged to the forefront.

“You take me deep,” he growled.

He shoved his hands in her hair and guided his cock to her mouth.

He wasn’t going to play. He was going to invade and conquer.

She groaned as he thrust in. Cam had disappeared. All Rafe could see of him now were his knees sticking up. He’d done exactly what he’d promised and buried his face in her pussy. Cam was making a meal out of her.

“You take care of me,” Rafe ordered. He would take his turn pleasuring her later. He would eat her pussy and suck her breasts. He would rock into her until he hit that special place that sent her soaring, but for now, he wanted to fuck her hard.

Laura’s mouth opened obediently, and he thrust in. He was immediately assaulted by how tight and hot she was. His balls drew up. He pushed in another inch and then two, all the while praying he could last. He wanted to do this forever. Her tongue laved the underside of his cock. Even the brush of her teeth against him was sensual.

He pulled back and thrust in.

Her tongue managed to whirl around him and sucked him deep.

Her mouth pulled on his cock. She moaned around him, and he found a soft place at the back of her throat. The orgasm shot from his balls outward. Cum poured from his cock into her mouth. He could feel her throat working around him as she swallowed everything he gave her.

He shook as she licked him clean. She groaned a little, and her face was tight with pleasure. Rafe’s cock popped out, and he could see that Cam was eating her pussy with great enthusiasm. Her whole body was flushed, and she ground her pelvis down. She was so beautiful as she took her pleasure.

Rafe got on his knees and kissed her. He could taste himself in her mouth, and he felt his cock start to twitch to life again.

When she came, he drank down her cries of pleasure.

* * *

The plane dipped slightly, turbulence making for a shaky flight, but he didn’t mind. The agent seated next to him had long since turned a faint shade of green, but it didn’t bother him a bit. He was meant for far greater things. He wouldn’t go down in a government-owned airplane.

It was late in the night, but luckily the higher-ups had decided this little errand couldn’t wait. It was a little while longer to Colorado, and then they still had a long drive ahead of them. He wouldn’t be able to see her until the morning. He couldn’t get off the plane and rush to her doorstep the way he wanted to.

He had to play it very carefully.

“Here are the portfolios I had made.” The unctuous little ass passed him one of the manila folders. “It has all the latest updates.” The Marquis de Sade smiled blandly as he took it. He had another name in this world, but secretly he preferred the one the press had given him. Oh, he preferred when they referred to him properly with his full name. That dumb bitch reporter had Americanized it by calling him “de Sade” as if it was simple slang. She obviously needed some remedial French to know she was calling him “of Sade.” He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t do anything about it. The name had stuck, but one day he would make the reporter pay.

Still, mangled or not, it had a ring of authenticity. In the old days, society knew how to take care of its dregs. Men of power made the decisions, and they were carried out in the most brutal way imaginable. Justice was swift, and no one apologized for it.

They certainly didn’t spend hours pulling together files and worrying and hoping that they had their shit together. The FBI was a joke.

But it did pay the bills.

He let his fingers drum across the small tabletop in front of him before opening the file. It was everything the team had been able to pull together on Laura Rosen’s new friends.