Chapter Twenty-Five
“Wow!” Fiona said, getting into the limousine, dropping her tote bag to the floor and flopping onto the rear seat. “That was amazing.”
James and Logan had entered the vehicle behind her and were settled side by side on the left-hand seat. They were close, very close, and Fiona wondered just how horny they were after the evening’s activities, whether they were itching to get their hands on each other.
“Which part?” James asked, his luscious lips curving into a sexy grin. “Would that be the part where you sucked Logan’s c**k for an audience, where I licked your p***y for an audience, where you watched people being s*****d, flogged, whipped and caned, or where you saw a gagged, blindfolded, handcuffed man being f****d up the arse with a strap-on?”
“Can I say… all of it
