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Bryce’s mouth literally drops open. Alice’s eyes widen like I’ve accused her of a criminal offence. They really are teenagers whirring in a time vortex.

“No!” Alice says. “You don’t have to go anywhere. It was me who was the third wheel. You two were already at it. I’m the tag-along here.”

I roll my eyes.

“Bryce and I fucked for one night, Alice. We’re hardly soulmates. Just two guys who like each other’s dicks.”

Bryce cracks a grin at that. He still looks a bit heady.

“A lot,” he says. “I like your dick a lot.”

“Play the soulmates thing down all you want.” I take another swig of champagne. “All I’m saying is, I’ll happily vacate and let you two make sweet love all night long. I’ll even lend you a guestroom if you don’t fancy the couch. Call me a gentleman.”

I leave a pause. Crack another grin.

“Do you want me to leave?” I ask Alice, making sure my knee touches hers.

The contact has her back in the room with me, not in fantasy land with Bryce beloved.

“No. I don’t want you to leave,” she says. “Of course not.”

“How about you, BT?” I ask. “Come on, tell me to fuck off, if you want to.”

I hate the way the adoration in his eyes gives me a gut lurch.

“No, I don’t want you to fuck off! We’re just having fun, aren’t we? All three of us.”

He’s lying so bad to himself, it’s a joke.

Alice raises her glass again, buying into his denial.

“Yes, absolutely. Having fun. All three of us. No big deal.”

“Great,” I say. “So let’s start having some serious fun, then.”

I’m like a snake, uncoiling with no warning as I wrap my hand around Alice’s neck and pull her in to me. My kisses are more calculated than Bryce’s, my tongue lapping at her bottom lip, teasing before I dig in deep. The swirl is magnificent. Her mouth is dainty and smooth. Perfect for a rough deepthroat that will have her gagging. I can’t wait to see her gorgeous eyes watering as she struggles to take it.

Her bra is still wet with Bryce’s spit as I palm her tits. Her pussy is worked up, her thighs spreading in invitation as I trail my fingers down her stomach.

“Get that dress off,” I say. “I want to see the canvas.”

I’m still peppering her lips with kisses as she wriggles to strip herself naked on the sofa. I help her tug her tight navy dress over her head, and unhook her bra for her.

She has tights on, and they’re laddered as I yank them down. Her panties match her bra. Sweet, lacy white. I give Bryce the nod and his mouth gapes as he peels those panties away and tugs them free.

“Have a sniff,” I tell him. “I can smell that sweet cunt from here.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Alice says as Bryce holds the panties to his nose and breathes them in.

Alice Rose Parker may have been the picture of high-class modesty standing next to her paintings, but now Soul Girl has been set free, naked, she’s a hungry little minx, quietly confident as she arches herself over the back of the sofa. I’m not surprised there is no shyness with a body like hers. Leggy, blonde, stunning.

Her sweet wet pussy lips are a treasure waiting to be opened. I’d bet high stakes her cunt is going to be as dainty and delicate as her sweet little mouth.

I catch Bryce swallowing from the corner of my eye, hands gripping his knees as I replace his wet mouth on Alice’s spit covered nipple.

“How much of a dirty girl are you, Alice?” I ask. “Have you taken two before?”

“Just a fumble, once,” she says. “After an art workshop. It was cool. Fun.”