Birthday Girl: Paolo's Playhouse, Book 3 Read Online Free

whimper and a gasp?”
    Tyler nodded. “Oh yeah. She’s always very vocal about her enjoyment.” He laughed lightly. “I wonder if she can stay quiet in here tonight.”
    Marc chuckled darkly, scraped her nipple again, a little harder. At the same time, Tyler plunged his finger deep into her core. Shannon gasped, trying her best to be quiet. Did they consider it some kind of challenge to see if they could make her cry out loud?
    “She’s so wet.” Tyler plunged a second finger into her slick center. She shifted, trying to give him better access, but he withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling empty. He leaned over and nipped her ear. “Don’t move around so much, sweetheart. And try to keep those cute little moans a bit softer unless you really want to draw attention to yourself. And you don’t want to do that, remember?”
    She hadn’t realized she’d been making any noise at all, hadn’t realized her lips were parted, her mouth dry from panting. She closed her mouth and swallowed, keeping her eyes on her husband the entire time. She nodded. He winked at her and brought her hand over to the edge of the table.
    “Grasp onto the edge of the table and don’t let go,” he told her softly. He nodded to Marc and he did the same with her other hand. “Don’t move your hands now, Shannon. Do you understand?”
    She nodded, nervous and excited at the same time.
    Marc slid one hand behind her back, his large hand hot on her bare skin. He slipped his other hand under the tablecloth and cupped her pussy. She jumped slightly, couldn’t believe she was sitting there, letting him touch her so intimately. But it felt so incredible, so forbidden, yet unbelievably erotic.
    Marc pressed the base of his hand on her clit and it immediately began to throb in time with the ragged beat of her heart. Her eyes drifted shut. His long fingers stretched along her pussy, the tips tucking beneath her, pressing against her anus. He effectively held her body between his strong hands.
    “I could spend hours where my hands are right now,” Marc said on a low groan.
    Tyler laughed darkly. “Oh yeah. I’ve spent hours between those legs. She’s incredible.”
    Shannon gave herself over to the sensations. Marc slid the hand on her back even lower, over the bunched up fabric of her skirt. He spread his hand across her ass, his long middle finger resting in the cleft between her cheeks. His other hand still cupped her pussy and his fingers began moving, stoking the fires burning there until her flesh was swollen and throbbing.
    What would happen if she climaxed here in the restaurant? Tyler was right when he said she couldn’t keep quiet. She couldn’t keep still, either. How could she not draw attention to them if she screamed and rocked when she came?
    Shannon knew she could call a halt to this play at anytime. Tyler would respect her wishes. Marc would too. But she was so stimulated, she couldn’t tell them to stop. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want either one of them to stop. What had happened to her modesty? Her fear of exposure? Shouldn’t she be outraged instead of aroused in the corner of the elegant restaurant?
    It was crazy. Hadn’t she said she wanted crazy tonight?
    Her heart pounded against her ribs. Her eyes flew open. Here in the shadowy corner, what did they look like to other diners? The couple at the table closest to them had left and no one else seemed to be paying attention to them. Did the three of them look to be in the middle of a serious conversation to anyone who glanced their way? If one or the other of them occasionally kissed her, or brushed a hand against her skin, it probably wasn’t all that noticeable.
    Marc’s hand was still underneath the table cloth, teasing her puffy lips. Tyler slid one of his hands under the tablecloth as well. He dove below Marc’s hand, plunging his fingers again into her heated core. Two hands, two men, worked at her as she tried to sit still, tried not to react to