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Beck’s brown irises are soft and vulnerable, and I ache for this man and everything he’s been through in his life—for how much he loves and how much he cares.

“You both leave on Sunday,” he states.

“There’s this handy invention—it’s called a phone,” I quip.

His frown breaks free into a tiny smile. “True.”

“There’s also this neat thing called video chat.”

“Really?” He laughs.

“And planes exist,” Noah adds.

“Noah will buy you as many tickets as you want.”

“He is rich,” he says playfully, making us both laugh.

“And we’ll come to see you when we can, wherever you are,” I add.

“We’ll work on our marriage, our communication, and being honest in our lives…including me being honest about who I am.” Noah pauses to clear the emotion in his throat. “I’m going to work on everything we talked about. I’m not fucking things up this time; I refuse to,” he says, every word so sure I know he really means them. “Just give me time.”

“Give us time. All of us,” I say. “I think we owe it to each other to try.”

“You’re both serious?” The question in Beck’s tone has my heart threatening to break. I’d ask who hurt him, but that person is sitting by his side, looking at him as if he’s hung the moon.

Noah takes hold of Beck’s chin, checking in with me and seeing my answer before he replies, “More than anything. But if it’s not what you want—”

Beck pulls Noah in so suddenly, I’d have fallen off his lap if he wasn’t holding me with his other arm.

“I want.” Beck presses his mouth to my husband’s, a moan slipping free from Noah as he is kissed hard.

Every fiber of my being comes to life witnessing them and the promise passing through their kiss. Beck pulls away for breath, and before I can react, he’s tugging me in to meet his lips.

I don’t hesitate to open to him, tasting him and Noah together on my tongue. I pour every big emotion that I’m feeling into our kiss, my own promise that I’m going to fight for him melting through each suck and lick.

When we part, all of us are breathless, and new hope springs in my chest.

Beck tucks a stray hair behind my ear and brushes his thumb over Noah’s lips. “We still have one more exercise to do if you both are up to it.”

The kick of Beck’s cock under my pussy shifts my serious mood instantly. I rock gently over him, nipples tightening.

“Does it involve talking?” I ask.

“We’ve done enough of that for now, don’t you think?” Beck grins.

“Plenty,” Noah agrees, his voice deeper and full of want.

Beck shifts us both off the couch, and we move until we’re all standing in a triangle, my heart pounding in my chest with anticipation. His shoulders pop back, and the confident, dominant man I’ve come to know repossesses his body. He props a thick finger under my chin.

“You’ve been such a good girl, Quinn, being honest with us, telling us what you want and need. Hasn’t she, Noah?”

“She has,” he agrees. “So good.”

My nipples tingle, and heat trickles to my core as Noah’s hand finds my lower back.

“I think she deserves to get all the attention tonight,” Beck adds. “Let’s show her what we love and appreciate about her body and how she can connect us all together.”

Oh my god. My pussy throbs at what I think he’s suggesting.