She trembled as Chase’s lips quirked at the obvious uncertainty she knew was reflected in her face.

“I’ve never…”

Chase laid his finger over her lips. “No experience required, sweetheart. Just let it feel good.”

Chase had known, even while she was married, when he faced her with the knowledge of what she had to do, that she had the courage inside her, the sensuality inside her, to come to this.

Drew, her ex-husband, had known as well, unfortunately, but he had been too damned selfish to bring it out in her. The sensualist that lay inside Kia was a hot, vibrant core of pleasure just waiting to be tapped.

She flinched, not in fear or in pain, but in surprise, when Khalid laid his lips against her inner wrist. Khalid was a connoisseur of women. He loved the female form with a dedication that often amused other members of the club.

Chase stroked his hand down her side, over the thin velvet of her evening gown, watching the tops of her breasts as they flushed, the little glow matching her cheeks now.

The scalloped edge of the bodice was snug against the upper curves of her breasts, revealing the cleft between them and the shimmer of perspiration as it began to dew her skin.

His lips lowered to hers once again, feathered over them as the scent of Egyptian oil teased at Chase’s senses and the hand behind her found the tab of the zipper that held her dress snug over her breasts.

It was going to be like unwrapping the prettiest Christmas present he had ever known, weeks early. Taking her out of this gown, feeling her come alive with pleasure, it was going to burn the night down around them.

She moaned into his kiss as he lowered the zipper, her upper body arching as she reached for a deeper contact, for that kiss that would sink into the senses.

He gave it to her, his gaze moving to Khalid, where he was stroking her bare arm, the sheen of oil dressing her flesh as long, dark fingers worked over the tensing muscles.

Sharing a woman with Khalid was a unique experience, no matter how many times Chase had done so. As much as the other man loved women, as much as he loved touching and teasing them, he was really quite picky about the women he shared.

Chase’s senses became submerged in Kia’s kiss then. Her tongue flicked greedily at his lips, the soft moan that fell from them demanding, rich with feminine need.

Kissing her. Damn, it was good.

He lifted her closer, his lips slanting over hers as he felt Khalid lowering her arm, and he knew the other man was licking at the delicate oil that now covered it.

Her other arm curled around Chase’s neck, tried to hold his head closer. She needed this kiss. She could feel it sinking inside her, drawing free parts of her that she only suspected lived within her.

As he kissed her, as his lips and tongue drew that heat inside her to the surface, what Khalid was doing seemed so natural, so much a part of this particular pleasure, and this man. Kia felt it. Sensed it.

The oil he rubbed into her arm warmed her, then his lips and tongue seemed to singe her flesh with sensation when he began kissing and licking the inside of her wrist.

She moaned at the pleasure, because there seemed no other way to deal with it. It rose from inside her, a need within herself that she almost feared.

There was nothing to hold on to now, except Chase. She held on to him with one arm, her fingers buried in the thick, black strands of his hair. As Chase kissed her, as he tasted her, pleasured her with his lips and tongue, she felt the strap of her evening gown ease down her shoulder, the shift of Khalid’s body as he moved closer.

Kia whimpered, drawn into a swirling mass of sensation. Chase had one hand at her back, inside the loosened material of her dress, while the other was slowly drawing the fabric up her legs, easing the velvet over the creamy silk stockings she wore.

Heated and slick, Khalid stroked his hand over the flesh above her breasts. He caressed her collarbone, his fingers stroked to her opposite shoulder and back, but he went no farther.

She knew the material slipping down her arm would reveal her swollen breasts, her hard nipples.

The velvet was dragging at her nipple, rasping over it, a bit at a time, as the shoulder of the gown was pushed lower over her arm.

Khalid’s lips were following its path. His teeth raked against her skin, his tongue soothed the little burn. Kia cried out into Chase’s kiss and she shocked herself. Shocked him as she drew back and nipped at his lower lip.

“Are you going to get wild for me, Kia?” His voice was harsh, hoarser now. “Show me what you need, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.”

Her lips pressed into his again, hungry and fierce. She needed his kiss like she had never had one before. There was a need rising inside her that made no sense, one she couldn’t vocalize.

Chase knew what that hunger was. One hand clasped the side of her face to hold her still, and the kiss he gave her was as wild as the fever burning inside her now. He nipped at her lips, soothed the small pleasure pain and groaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, dueling with hers, tasting her.

She twisted in his arms, desperate to have more of him now. The strap of her gown slipped lower over her arm, and a second later she jerked her lips back from Chase’s to cry out at the incredible eroticism of what she felt.

Khalid’s lips surrounded her nipple. He was drawing on her, his tongue flicking against the hardened bud as she arched involuntarily to the pleasure.

Chase slid the other strap down, bared her other breast, and lowered his head to her as well.

“Chase!” She shuddered, staring down at the sight, two dark heads bent to her, lips drawing on her at the same time, cheeks flexing, tongues licking.

She swore she was going to orgasm from this pleasure alone. Never had she felt those hard, heated strokes of feverish sensation racing across her nerve endings, from her nipples to her womb.

She writhed beneath them, her arms pulling up, stretching back as she arched to them. It was exquisite, so much pleasure racing and pulsing through her body. She felt like a live wire, electricity sparking from nerve ending to nerve ending, and she was helpless to stop it.

The spasmodic flexing in her lower stomach was a pleasurable pain, the deep convulsive arcs of sensation tearing through her womb nearly had her screaming.

“Chase!” She cried his name as her hands found the padded rail of the bar counter and gripped it.

She needed something to hold on to, something to hold her in place before she began splintering apart from the needs tearing through her now.

“Easy, baby.” He had pulled his lips free of her nipple. Now he licked over it, then pressed his forehead against the mound as his hand, his fingers moved over the bare flesh displayed at the top of her stockings.

The lacy band ended just below her thighs, thighs that were revealed to their hands, their eyes. White velvet pooled around them as Khalid lifted her leg, dragged it to him, and let it rest over his knee.

She was splayed open now and they were more than willing to take advantage of the revealed flesh.

“You should have her waxed,” Khalid whispered as heavy fingers whispered over the silk and lace panel of her panties.

Kia whimpered at the sensation. She could feel that the curls he would have removed were slick, wet against her panties.

“Maybe.” Chase stared down at her, his eyes darkening as her lips parted and she fought to drag in more air. She couldn’t seem to breathe in deeply enough. Couldn’t seem to find enough to hold on to, to center her.

“I want to undress you, Kia,” he told her, his hand cupping her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. “Can we take this pretty dress off?”

He was asking, but they were already moving to undress her. The bodice slid to her waist as Chase lifted her, then Khalid was drawing it farther, lifting her hips, her legs, working the fine velvet from her body and leaving her clad in nothing but the white heels, stockings, and next-to-nothing panties.