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Dax rolled his eyes. “I think that’s up to Tessa. After all, we’re all adults here. Kinda.”

Tessa smiled, and rolled onto her back so she could see both of them. “I kind of want to find out,” she admitted shyly. “But I’m worried you’ll think I’m a… slut.”

Dax’s kind and teasing gaze turned into a glower. “That word isn’t in our vocabulary, and it shouldn’t be in yours either,” he admonished sternly.

“Okay, sorry. I just don’t wanna go too fast if you don’t wanna.”

“It is a little fast,” Beau acknowledged, “but we could go slow, maybe just play around a little. We don’t have to go all the way to sex if you aren’t… if we aren’t ready.”

Her pussy hummed, anxious for their touch. “That sounds good,” she said, reaching over to dance her fingers across Beau’s bare chest. “We could just… see where it goes….”

“We could indeed.” Beau’s voice was still husky from sleep but it took on a gravelly, growly quality that made her quiver.

She realized then that Dax had been silent for a while, and she turned to him, desperately hoping he was still on board.

“What do you think?”

“I think… I haven’t kissed you yet, and I need to rectify that right now,” he whispered a split second before his lips landed on hers.

Dax’s kiss was exactly like everything else about him, soft, sweet, endearing and a little sassy, she realized as he nipped at her lower lip with his teeth, pushing her lips open with his tongue. The kiss deepened and she got swept up in it. His hands raked through her short hair, pulling gently as he shifted his body to straddle her.

“Hey, boy, you need to share.” Beau’s thick voice broke the trance and she remembered that there were two of them.

“Sorry,” Dax whispered, turning to meet Beau’s lips.

Tessa could only hold her breath as she watched them share a gentle, erotic kiss.

Beau’s hands wrapped around Dax’s lean waist as the kiss deepened. Dax nibbled at Beau’s lip the way he had hers, and Beau stiffened. Grabbing Dax’s face with one hand, he squished Dax’s cheek between his fingers as he claimed his mouth, making damn sure there was no question who was in charge.

Tessa sucked her breath, not minding at all that Dax was practically on top of her as he knelt with his knees digging into her legs.

Finally the kiss broke, and still keeping hold of each other they turned to her.

“Did you like that, babygirl?”

“Do you want some of that for yourself?”

Tessa moaned, spreading her legs apart. She did, but she wanted far more than a kiss.

“Touch me,” she moaned, her hands in the waistband of her new pajama shorts, ready to tug them down.

Beau’s hand on her wrist stopped her.

“Not so fast,” he tsked. “I haven’t gotten my kiss yet.”

“Oh!”

Her mouth was still open in surprise when he dipped his head and covered her lips, making it easy for him to push his tongue in. He did so quickly, exploring her mouth. She happily let him, doing some exploring of her own. Just like Dax’s kiss had reminded her of him, Beau’s did the same. It was stronger, deeper and more possessive with an almost punishing quality to it that she was surprised to find she loved.

His hands cupped her face, and hers went in his shaggy locks. Her pussy wept and she pressed her body closer to his.

And then… he broke the kiss, leaving her bereft.

Her fingers grazed her lips where his had just been. “Ooh,” she whimpered.

Beau shook his head with a smirk as he looked at Dax over her head.

“I think it’s time to teach her about the chain of command. What do you think, Daddy Dax?”