Jolie knelt in the middle of the bed between the two strong men who were each propped up on a pillow. She was still in her flannel pjs as she faced them both.
“Can I touch?” she whispered.
“You can do anything you like.” Malik reassured her. She reached out her shaking fingers and touched his chest.
“Why are you shaking, Jolie?” Brix asked quietly as he took her other hand and kissed her fingertips. “We aren’t going to do anything you don’t want.”
“What if I want it all?” she flicked her eyes to his and noted the surprise there.
“Sweetheart, three nights ago you made it clear you wouldn’t be ready to be sandwiched between us.”
“That was before you left me sexually frustrated on our wedding day,” she admitted. “I’ve been dreaming in color since. I even went for a nap this afternoon an
