“Wait until you see the rest of it,” Patrick said and ushered her inside our living room.
“Wow.” She went over the room and reached the floor-to-ceiling windows that led to a huge balcony. We had a nice view, which was even better during night when there were so many lights below, making us feel like we were living in the clouds and having the whole world at our fingertips.
She looked through the windows, a pretty smile on her face. “Amazing.” Before we could say anything, she turned around and walked over to the paintings on the wall, watching them in awe. “Amazing,” she repeated again.
“If you like this, wait until you see the rest,” Patrick said. “Do you want to see the whole place?”
She looked at him in surprise and smiled widely. “Yes, of course I do. There’s a lot I want to know about you two.”
“Okay then, come with us,” I offered.
We gave her a tour of the penthouse, leading her through our library, lounge, kitchen, and the room with my extensive wine collection.
She stared at the bottles in amazement. “You have your own wine collection? I’ve never met anyone in my life who has their own wine collection. That is amazing.”
I shrugged my shoulders, feeling proud. Patrick and I had a lot of money, and we didn’t regret spending it on our pleasures or hobbies. We were the type of people who were ready to spend the whole fortune on something we wanted, and we always took the opportunities we got. I was a wine lover, and collecting wines had been one of my hobbies. I loved the wine auctions because they brought me the thrill and pleasure of having wine that was extremely valued and precious.
“When did you start collecting wines?” she asked, approaching some of the bottles, and began reading their labels.
I was glad she was interested to know, so I told her in short how it all started, mentioning some of my favorite wines and how I’d gotten them.
“Would you like a glass?” I asked.
“Yes, I would like that. Thank you.”
“Let me pick one especially for you.”
I poured her wine and handed her the glass. She accepted it and when our hands touched for a moment, I felt hot, my lust getting the best of me. Even though we acted like everything was casual, both Patrick and I were already close to losing our control. She looked and smelled amazing. Her ass and tits were mercilessly teasing us. And there was no doubt the three of us were here for one reason.
“Beside my wine collection, I also have an extensive car collection, which is my other hobby. I love modern cars. I’ll show them to you some other time.”
She smiled and nodded. “I’d love that.”
We headed to Patrick’s studio, continuing our tour.
“This is the studio I’ve put together for workouts,” Patrick said showing her around the large room equipped with various machines.
“It’s no wonder you are so muscular,” she said, giving him a once over.
Patrick smirked. “Yeah, baby. It’s all hard work.”
“I envy you. I’m actually pretty lazy when it comes to exercising.”
We laughed. “I love working out,” Patrick said. “I work out early in the morning before work, and it gives me enough energy for the rest of the day. It makes me feel great.”
“It seems like you two have more hobbies than the law.” She looked at us. “Thanks for the tour.”
I smirked. “This tour isn’t over yet. We still didn’t show you the main room.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Come,” Patrick coaxed and led her out of his studio.
We entered the guest room and I closed the door. Her eyes immediately landed on the king sized bed, and her breathing became slightly heavier.
God, she was gorgeous.
“Guys,” she breathed, now clearly nervous.