The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

said. Heat flooded her body, forcing moisture between her thighs and her nipples to harden even as warning bells chimed inside her head.
    Don’t do it, Tracey!
    You’re their boss.
    You’re so much older than they are.
    You’re drunk.
    Fuck it. You only live once!
    Tracey kicked off her shoes before peeling off her tight suit jacket and flinging it over one of the chairs. Taking a breath for courage, she put her hands on her hips and turned to face Corey and Ben. “Well, after all your teasing and flirting and…less-than-subtle innuendos, you’ve finally got me alone and willing. What do you plan to do about it, boys?”
    Corey reacted first. Not a surprise. He’d always been her action guy. His jacket soon covered hers. He jerked at his tie until he whipped it out of his collar and over his head. Then he moved in front of her. She decided to have mercy on him and helped with the buttons on the front of his shirt, opening them slowly to reveal the patch of dark hair she’d been dying to touch. Smoothing her hands over his chest to spread the shirt open, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning in to rub her nose in the crisp curls. He smelled like male—sexy with a hint of spice. When she licked his nipple, Corey groaned and worked his arms out of his shirt before pulling it out of his pants and tossing it aside.
    Ben had evidently been busy stripping as well because when he pressed himself up against her back, Tracey could feel the heat from his bare chest. His hand found the zipper on the back of her skirt and slowly dragged it down before he pushed the garment over her hips until it fell to the floor. As she kicked it aside, he worked on the button on the back of her silk shell. “Lift your arms, Trace,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath raising gooseflesh on her skin and making her pussy clench in need as he tugged up her shirt. “Time to get this off you.”
    Since she’d had to stop kissing Corey’s chest, she forgot to lift her arms and instead got to work on his pants by unfastening his belt and pulling it free of the belt loops. She pressed her palm against the front of his zipper, loving the feel of his erect cock. She licked her lips in anticipation. “Nice. Very nice.”
    “Glad you approve,” Corey said with a smile, pushing his groin against her hand. “Now be a good girl and do as Ben says. Lift your arms.” He helped Ben pull her shirt over her head.
    Standing there in nothing but her beige bra and thong, she couldn’t help but worry that her guys wouldn’t like what they saw. They were probably used to younger girls. Girls whose boobs were still perky. Gravity wasn’t the friend of a forty-one-year-old with C-cup tits.
    Before she could stop him, Ben popped the back clasp of her bra and eased it off her. It took all her strength not to immediately try to cover her breasts with her hands.
    “God, I knew you’d have the best tits. I just knew it,” Corey said before he swooped down to draw a nipple into his mouth and drive her insane with suction.
    Tracey felt like lightning had hit her directly in the breast, and the fire spread through every limb and forced a gush of juice from her pussy. A groan escaped her lips before Ben gently turned her head back enough to settle his mouth on hers. A fast, hard kiss before he pulled away.
    Her body became a mêlée of sensation, threatening to drown her. Her cunt throbbed in want as her nipples peaked into hard nubs. Two men were making love to her. Not any two men— her men . Her Ben and her Corey. The men she’d desired from the moment she’d met them. She’d died and gone straight to heaven.
    Ben’s hands fumbled with her thong, but Tracey wriggled and spread her legs to help him remove it. The last piece of her clothing removed, she decided it was time to level the playing field. “Your turn, gentlemen. Pants off now! I’m not gonna be naked all alone.”
    She’d never seen people drop their drawers so fast. Before she could