Happy Hump Day! Let’s celebrate it with another wonderful Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. This week, I’ll be sharing a teaser from Behind the Iron Cross, my historical MMF romance set in 1923 Berlin. After an unexpected meeting and an afternoon together, Friedrich and Sam are woken up by a tired, irritated Kat with bad news. Luckily Sam knows how to make his fiancee feel better, with Friedrich’s help.

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

In the aftermath of World War I, Berlin has become a hotspot of decadent pleasures, and American millionairess Kat Tracy is determined to enjoy each and every one of them with Sam Hellman, her late brother’s lover and her convenient “fiancé.” But when the two of them meet Friedrich von Bader, a former German Army officer turned reluctant prostitute, their wicked games take on a new meaning.

“You two look comfortable.”

Friedrich cracked one eye open. The Fräulein stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Sam and him. Her face was in shadow, making it impossible for him to judge her expression.

Sam stirred next to him, giving her a sleepy grin. “Oh, hi, sweetheart,” he said, yawning and stretching. “Friedrich and I met up in town, and then we came back here after lunch. I guess we fell asleep.”

“So I see.” She sat on the end of the mattress, hunching over a bit as if in pain.

Sam sat up, more alert now. “What’s wrong?”

Those slim shoulders shrugged. “Not the best of days. Schoengraff still won’t talk to us, and we lost Gimmel. Brayburn got to them first.”

“Oh, Kat.” Unconcerned by his nudity, Sam threw back the bedcovers and scooted down to her, pulling her into a hug. “I’m sorry.”

She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. “We had the entire deal set up. All we needed were signatures on the partnership papers. And I walked in there this afternoon to see all of them smirking at me, ever so pleased with themselves as they gave me the news. Bastards.”

Friedrich felt out of place, watching the two of them cuddle. He started to get out of bed, and Sam glanced back at him. The American man shook his head, looking meaningfully at the pillows. Confused, Friedrich sat back, waiting.

Sam turned back to the Fräulein. “Darling, why don’t you shuck out of all this and let us take care of you?” he suggested. “We can give you a nice, long back rub, then pop you in the tub for a soak while we order dinner.”

Another sigh, heavier this time. “All right.”

To Friedrich’s surprise, she stood and slipped out of her tailored jacket and blouse without a second thought, tossing them carelessly on the floor. Her skirt joined them. Next was a cream silk slip that clung to her body in delicious ways, outlining the small, shapely curves of her breasts and hips. With Sam’s encouragement, this was pulled off and deposited on the floor, leaving her in a brassiere and flimsy silk knickers.

Friedrich’s mouth went dry. He knew the Fräulein was beautiful, knew it in the same way that the Venus di Milo was beautiful. It was a cool, unattainable beauty, something more to worship than hold in his arms. But now, she was a tired, aggravated woman who simply wanted to stretch out after a long, difficult day and be tended to.

And his cock swelled at the thought. He tugged the bedclothes higher, trying to camouflage his sudden desire.

Sam shot him a quick grin as he moved the Fräulein up the bed, encouraging her to stretch out on her stomach. “You relax, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Let us take care of you.”

She mumbled something into her pillowed arms, eyes already closed. Friedrich realized they were shadowed, soft smudges of exhaustion visible now in the cupped curve. A strange tenderness overtook him, making him want to care for her the same way he would have done for Greta.

He knelt on the bedcovers at her side, looking to Sam for guidance. The American man reached over to the bedside table, picking up the bottle of lotion there. He shook out a good palmful of the creamy liquid, then gestured for Friedrich to hold out his own hand and deposited more lotion in it.

Friedrich followed him, rubbing the lotion between his hands to warm it, then bringing it to the Fräulein’s pale skin. The men mirrored each other as they worked up and down her spine, rubbing the taut muscles there. Friedrich skirted the band of her bra, but Sam just shook his head and unhooked it, flipping the freed ends to either side. “Better?”

“Mm.” She wriggled between them, sliding the straps over her arms and slipping out of the garment entirely. Tossing it to the side, she snuggled back into her folded arms. “Now it’s better.”

Friedrich licked dry lips, acutely aware that she was nude to the waist. He could see the curve of her breast pressed against the sheet, plumping out to the side. It would be so easy to lean over, slide his hands underneath her and cup those beautiful mounds, feel her nipples harden against his palms—

His cock twitched, standing out from his groin now. He raised guilty eyes to Sam, who simply shook his head and grinned.

“Keep rubbing,” the American mouthed, slipping off the bed.

Obeying, Friedrich kept stroking the Fräulein’s back, using his thumbs to work into the knotted muscles around her shoulders and neck. He made sure to round his own back, keeping his erection away from her skin. She started purring in pleasure like her namesake, coming up to meet his hands.

“Go a little lower, please. My back hurts from those damned chairs,” she said.

“Ja, Fräulein.” He stroked down her spine, his thumbs dipping into the sweet dimples at the top of her silk-covered ass. It was perfect, two luscious curves that he wanted to touch, caress, hold in his hands while he—

“Lower.”

He stopped at the waistband of her knickers. Did she mean—

She wiggled her ass at him. “Take them off and keep rubbing.”

He couldn’t help smiling. She certainly knew what she wanted.

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