Devon commanded as he and Con stood and stepped away from the bed. “All of it, sugar.” Shaking from both trepidation and arousal, Tory fisted a hand in the delicate material of the dress and came to her feet. The silver high heels, which had seemed like such a great idea when she’d strapped them on, had her wobbling a little. This is it, she told herself. Letting go of the dress, Tory felt it drift down her body and catch at her hips. She tugged until it spilled around her feet. Both men watched as she grasped her lace thong with both hands and slowly slid it down her legs. Con narrowed his eyes as he started to unbutton his crisp white cotton shirt. She perked up as he revealed his strong, muscular chest and ripped abs. She’d seen both men shirtless before, but this was different. Way different. Tory stepped out of her heels and panties, then went to work on her bra. That’s when she noticed Devon start to undress. Vulnerable didn’t even begin to describe the way she felt as the men stripped out of their clothes in front of her.
