Here’s an excerpt from “Two Three Four”!!!

Max puts his arm around me, and I reach up to run my fingers through his hair. His tee is stretched tight across his pecs, his chest hard against my breasts, and his kiss is hungry, demanding. He holds me tight, one hand at the nape of my neck, the other on my shoulder. Groaning, he relaxes his hold. “Steve,” he says. “You may kiss Lauren.”

And my heart leaps. Fucking leaps.

Steve kisses me, his hand grazing the top of my thigh. I close my eyes and daringly flick my tongue into his mouth. His stubble scratches my lips and he tastes of sin and scotch. I can’t believe this is happening, but then they’re both kissing me, their lips hot and wet, and I do believe it. Two needy tongues capture mine, one after the other, hard and deep. I pull away, gasping, my lips swollen.

Max unbuttons the back of my dress. It falls open at the front, revealing my flimsy strapless bra. He pulls down the cups, my breasts spring free, and he runs his thumbs over my nipples. “Bellissimi.”

I roll my shoulders, and he draws my left nipple into his mouth, biting down and making me yelp.

“Assist me, Steve,” he says, leaving my tit stiff and desperate.

“Yes, sir.” Steve catches both my wrists in a single-handed grip, then reaches out with his free hand to squeeze my right breast while Max draws my left one into his mouth again. And I want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

But I’m definitely awake, I realize when it’s Steve who pinches then rolls my nipple backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards between his fingertips, matching Max’s sucking rhythm on my other breast. “Oh, that’s nice,” I whimper.

Steve touches my cheek. “You’re so lovely, Lauren.”

I part my lips, taking in two of his fingers and swallowing them to the back of my throat. I meet Max’s eye, and he nods.

Reaching down, I unbuckle Steve’s pants.