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“Yes.” I roll toward him, snuggling up to his warm, bare chest.

“But he would want this; Jordan would want us to fuck without him. I bet he’s thinking about it right now…wherever he is.”

“I...I…” I start to voice more objections when I catch the scent of leather, reminding me of Jordan. I lean my nose closer to his neck and chest to inhale there. “You sort of smell like him.”

“Do I? Is that a good thing?”

“I don’t know.”

“You can pretend it’s him inside you instead of me.”

“You really wouldn’t mind if I’m thinking about him during sex with you?”

“Not if you won’t mind if I’m thinking about him too.”

Laughing, I tell him, “That’s so fucked up. We are messed up if we do this and both of us actually want to be with someone else.”

“I want to be with you too, Maddie. You know that.”

“But you miss him too?”

“Probably not as much as you miss him.”

“I thought about you, our first time, that night and morning you watched me with Jordan.”

“Did you really?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“I felt so guilty, but it felt so good…”

Eli’s lips find mine in the darkness and then his palm is sliding up underneath my top, cupping my breast.

“Jordan doesn’t have boobs,” I whisper against his lips when I remove his palm.

“One of his many faults.”

“He doesn’t have any faults.”

“Shut up and get into this.” His free hand comes up and around my throat, squeezing until my limbs to go slack. “That a girl. Let me take you hard and fast like you like while you think about me and Jordan together. I would string him up in the basement and fuck his tight ass so hard.”

“Think about…you two fucking?” I ask, grabbing for his wrist. “Why can’t I be there with you?”

“So, you like the idea of a threesome? Both of us licking you, fucking you…fucking each other?”

“Yes,” I whisper, and his fingers tighten around my throat. “I don’t know if Jordan would touch you in front of me…but I would love it.”

“Oh, you should tell him how wet you got when you watched me suck his dick or when you think about me fucking him.”

With a pinch to my nipple that makes me gasp, Eli slips that hand down the front of my shorts and shoves two fingers inside of me. “And fuck, you get so wet when I choke you. I think you might be almost as fucked up as I am.”

“Probably,” I admit. “Do it again,” I encourage him, covering his hand with my own to squeeze his fingers. “Just no bruises where Daddy can see them.”

His fingers slide to the back of my neck where my hair will hide the marks. Then, I momentarily black out. When I’m gasping for air again, Eli is still thrusting his fingers inside of me, like he's been at it for a while based on his choppy breath and grunts.

“Welcome back,” he says. “Now come for me before I choke you so long there’s no coming back from it.” He slams his fingers deep over and over again while his thumb rubs my clit.

I come apart and Eli withdraws his fingers from my depths and releases my throat to slide down my body. Tugging my bottoms down and off, his tongue quickly gets to work licking up the wetness between my legs. He slides one slick finger lower, and pushes it into my ass without any warning, making me whimper. “This is where I’m going to finish tonight,” he says to me.

“It...it hurts,” I tell him as his finger moves in and out.

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