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“So, we have limits with each other, but not with Blue? Is that what you want me to know?”

“Yeah, basically.”

“Are you gonna suck my dick?”

“I don’t know.”

“So what do you want to do with me?” He pulls his hand out of my pants and takes a step back.

But I catch him by the shoulder and grip him tight. “This, for starters.” And then I pull him in, my hand wrapping around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair. I touch my lips to his and the kiss takes me by surprise once again. How soft his lips are, but how hard and masculine his response. He grips my head the same way, pushing himself into me. Our bodies press against each other as I slip my tongue inside his hot mouth and then when he responds, I withdraw and bite his lip. Hard. Hard enough to make him pull back. But I stop him, keeping him in contact with me. I look him in the eyes and we both taste the blood. I let go with my mouth, but hold him captive with my gaze. “I won’t do this to Blue. I can’t. But I can do it to you.”

He stares at me.

“If you want.”

He grins and then he laughs, pushing my chest hard enough to make me step backwards. I grip his neck harder, pressing my thumb against his jugular, just like I did that Gabriel fuck last night. But this time, it’s not out of hate or anger. It’s desire.

“I want to stick my dick so far down your throat, you’ll choke on my cock.”

His grin grows wider. “You want me to submit to you?”

“You can dish it out but you can’t take it?”

“Is that the deal then? She submits to me and I submit to you?”

“You both submit to me, JD. I want to collar you too.”

“Fuck you,” he says, stepping back with a laugh.

“Not literally, asshole. But we need to have an understanding. And the understanding is, I’m in control. At all times.”

“What if you’re not there?”

I shrug. “You want to fuck her alone? Because I’m in it for you, just as much as I am for her.”

“Well, yeah. I figure I can fuck her anytime I want. She’s mine too.”

I turn around and walk back to my desk, getting a fresh battery for my favorite camera. “If you fuck her alone, I want it on camera. So I can watch it later.”

“You kinky motherfucker. I never suspected, Ark.”

“Yes, then?”

He rolls his neck and shoulders, like he’s trying to release some tension. “Sure, OK. Like I care if we’re filmed. There’s more than five hundred videos of me on camera already. What’s a few more?”

“And I want you to pose with her. And me. Around the loft. Fucking. Doing normal shit. Whenever. I want pictures. I want memories.”

He shakes his head at me. “Why would I object to that? You want to make sex tapes instead of porn? Fine.”

“And this shit never leaves the apartment.”

“Dude—”

“I mean it, JD. You never let anyone else see her. Or us. Ever.”

“Why would I show her off? She’s on the run from some asshole who would probably like her back.”

I let out a long breath, relief flooding through me. “OK.”