Chapter Twenty-Five
Ivo looked across the table at Sofia, so lovely, with her face lit up by candlelight. God, she was beautiful, and all his…but tonight, maybe, he would share her…and the idea was turning him on so much he could feel his erection pressing against his pants.
They had enjoyed the boat trip and dinner, and now they were ensconced in a private booth at a sultry, smoky club. Penn, who had quickly caught on to their plans, was looking at Sofia too and Ivo could see the desire in his eyes. “Penn, dear friend,” he said slowly. “Sofia has the softest inner thighs you’ve could dream of.”
Penn smiled. “Is that so?”
Sofia and Ivo shared a loaded look, then Sofia leaned across to Penn. “Give me your hand, Penn.”
He let her take his hand and Sofia slowly moved it to her inner thig
