...Trish’s nerves were in knots and her heart was beating a lot faster than normal, but when the door opened and the man she assumed must be Carlos came in, she just stared and swallowed hard.

She’d thought Guy was sexy and good-looking, but Carlos would have made a stone statue’s mouth water. Tall and bare-chested, with dark, curly hair that fit his head like a cap, chocolate, deep-set eyes, finely chiseled features, and a body to die for. A pair of ragged blue jeans hanging low on his slim hips was his only item of clothing.

“Carlos, meet Trish. Trish is Canadian. She’s here on vacation, and we met on the flight. Trish, this is my longtime partner, Carlos. Carlos and I were at school together.”

Trish licked her lips. “Nice to meet you,” she murmured.

“Hi, Trish.” Carlos sat on the edge of the bed and shot her a quick smile before turning his attention to Guy. “I hear it was a good trip,” he said, capturing Trish’s complete attention as he bent forward and bestowed a long and very deep kiss on Guy’s obviously eager mouth. “But I’m glad you’re back,” he added the moment he came up for air. “I hate being here by myself at night.”

As he spoke, Carlos proceeded to divest Guy of his polo shirt and jeans exactly as if the two of them were alone, leaving Trish wide-eyed and open-mouthed with shock. For a brief moment, she wondered if she should leave and let them do whatever they did in private. But then she remembered Guy saying they both liked to watch and be watched. And, she had to admit, the expression on Guy’s face and the way Carlos was caressing Guy’s burgeoning shaft with his tongue was the absolute biggest turn-on imaginable.

She pressed a hand between her jeans-clad legs. She was hot, she was wet, and she desperately wanted a return encounter with Guy’s beautiful big dick. She wanted to taste him, and she wanted to have him taste her. And she wanted to find out what the delectable Carlos had to offer. He looked and smelled delicious and…

Before she could stop herself, she reached out a hand and stroked his bare back, feeling his muscles clench in response to her touch.

A little afraid she’d done the wrong thing, she pulled back her hand. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Carlos looked up with a grin. “You didn’t. It’s just that your hand is cold and it took me by surprise. But you are a beautiful and sexy woman, and I’d like very much for you to join in. Or is it that you just prefer to watch?”

“I…umm…”

“Trish has never done this before,” Guy said, reaching over and giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “So we must let her take things slowly. We don’t want to scare her.”

“Ah, now I understand.” Carlos looked at Trish, a devilish gleam in his dark eyes. “You’re rather over-dressed for this occasion, so with your permission I’d like to begin removing your clothes? Very slowly, of course.”

“Sure. But what about…” She glanced at Guy’s rampant cock. “If you want to…you know…umm…finish?”

“You first.” Carlos unzipped Trish’s hoodie in slow motion. When it reached the bottom, he unhooked the catch and slipped the garment off her body. He pushed her bra straps off her shoulders and exposed her breasts to his view. He smiled, leaned forward and teased a nipple with his tongue, making her shiver with delight. Then, when he’d completely removed her bra, he took one her nipples into his mouth and sucked so hard the feeling zigzagged through Trish’s body like a jolt of electricity.

He waited a moment and did it again, and again, and by the time he stopped and let her go, she felt strangely boneless, but at the same time so excited and so damn horny, she just wanted one of them to spread her legs and…

Suddenly, she realized both men were looking at her with self-satisfied smiles.

“Good, hmm?” Guy inquired.

“Yeah, but…”

“And now you want more?”

She sighed. “No. I’d like to go out somewhere and see a movie.”

Guy and Carlos exchanged grins, and she wondered what they had in mind.

“What? I hope you’re not going to make me beg.”