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“Take it off,” I say tugging at the hem of the shirt.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she slips it over her head and hands it to me.
She is exquisite. I could spend all day just looking at her, but the goosebumps cropping up over her body interrupt my blatant staring.
She won’t have a good time if she’s cold, so I fold up the shirt and hand it back to her.
At her puzzled look, I say, “Use that as a buffer between you and the counter. I can’t exactly have my way with you if you freeze to death.”
I trace my fingertips over the tops of her thighs, enjoying the soft sounds she makes as I touch her. When I cup her breasts in my hands, she lets out a low moan that has me focusing my attention there. My thumb brushes across one nipple as my tongue flicks over the other one.
She buries a hand in my hair, pulling me closer as I suck it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Her breath comes in gasps as I turn my head to give the other hard nipple the same treatment.
My hand slips between her thighs, and I moan at the feel of how wet she is.
I brush my fingers against her entrance. “Do you like being on display for me?”
“Yes.”
“Good answer.”
I slide a finger into her core as a reward. She rolls her hips against my hand, trying to urge me to go faster, but I keep my pace deliberately slow.
“But you want an audience, don’t you? You want Wesley to walk in that door and see you getting fucked by my fingers.”
I add another finger inside her, and she practically screams my name.
“Would you like to be our plaything, Princess?”
“Please, don’t tease me anymore. Make me come.”
She growls in frustration as I pull my fingers out of her.
“You didn’t answer the question,” I say, brushing my fingers lightly over her clit. “Do you want to be our plaything?”
“Yes.”
I thrust my fingers inside her and fuck her hard and fast. She writhes on top of the counter every time I hit her G-spot. It doesn’t take long before I feel her pussy start to clench. My hand finds her breast, and when I pinch her pebbled nipple between my fingers, she comes screaming my name like a banshee.
Avery collapses against my shoulder, and I hold her tightly to me as she comes down from her climax.
“Well, it’s nice to see we’re all honoring that agreement we made,” Jamie says dryly.
This time, when Avery screams, it has nothing to do with pleasure.
16
AVERY
When I heard the footsteps, I thought Wesley had come home. My head spun with the idea that the fantasy Phillip had spun me was about to come true. Just the thought of it pushed me over the edge.
When I heard Jamie’s voice, the entire world shattered.
He’s leaning against the doorway casually, but the tight set of his shoulders tells the truth about how he’s really feeling. If Phillip was right and Jamie had feelings for me, they were most definitely gone now.
But what if they’re not gone? What if he likes to share too?
I reject that thought out of hand. There is absolutely no way that would ever happen. It’s rare enough to find two men willing to share a woman—if Phillip had even been telling me the truth—but three men?
