Merrick’s attention is riveted to Henry and me, his semi-hard length hanging. “Do you like his eyes on you?” Henry growls into my ear. I hesitate. “Don’t lie to me.” His teeth scrape against my skin. “And before you answer that, know that it doesn’t bother me. I like his eyes on us too.” “Yes,” I admit breathlessly after a moment. He kisses the back of my neck and I feel his lips in every nerve of my body. “Do you trust that I know what you’ll like?” “Always. You know I do.” “Good.”
