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I started to move.

“Slowly.”

It was humiliating, but when I looked up into Aaron’s eyes, I saw the heat in them, his blown pupils, and the way he licked his lips. Role or no role, he was into exercising his power over me, and it was turning him on big-time.

I made a show of it, moving languidly, and when I reached him, I slid my hands up his thighs, leaned forward, and licked the wide head of his long, thick cock, tasting the precum on my tongue.

Clay Wells made a strangled sound, but Aaron’s sharp exhale was a million times hotter.

“Suck me.”

Lifting up onto my knees, I bent forward and took him down the back of my throat in one smooth, liquid slide.

“Oh,” I heard Clay Wells gasp softly.

“Yes,” Aaron croaked out. “He’s a champion cocksucker.”

“That must feel amazing.”

“You have no idea,” Aaron said under his breath.

I made the suction hard and licked and laved every inch of his gorgeous length.

“So, your resort?” Aaron asked, trying for bored. It would have been more convincing if he could get his voice to even out and stop spiking.

“I—yes,” Clay moaned, and I suddenly felt him behind me, his hands on my hips. “Would you consider letting me have his ass while he sucks you off?”

Aaron’s laughter sounded barbed, filled with thorns, too sharp and staccato. The acting was tough for him to pull off with all his possessiveness seeping through. “I only share with friends, Mr. Wells. Are we friends?”

“I would love to be your friend, Mr. Sutter.”

“Then tell me what you two were talking about.”

This was a test to see who Clay Wells wanted more, trusted more—me or Aaron.

“Nothing,” he replied, and I had my answer.

It wasn’t just the promise of sex—even though I knew what Clay wanted as part of any deal with me—but it was what I had said to him. He couldn’t own Aaron Sutter. The same was not true of the man he thought I was. Me, he could get his hooks into, and I would be working for him for the rest of my life. Aaron could walk away at any time or even turn around and take his fledgling drug-smuggling business away from him. I would belong to him.

“So you just, what?” Aaron questioned, reaching inside my shirt and rolling the nipple that Clay had sucked on between his fingers. “Thought he looked good and wanted a bite?”

“Yes.”

Aaron stopped me, lifted me off the end of his cock, and ran his thumb along my lower lip. “Is it the clothes, Clay? Is he dressed like a whore?”

“Yes,” he said roughly.

“Good.” Aaron smiled, gripped the back of my neck, and eased me down to his dick. He shoved himself in, thrusting until he hit the back of my throat. “Fuck,” he muttered as I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked hard.

“Mr. Sutter, you⁠—”

“Call me Aaron,” he said tightly, and I eased up before all his concentration deserted him. “And no, Clay, you may not have his ass. Not yet.”

“Whatever you⁠—”

“Tell me, Clay,” Aaron began, his voice hitching as he squirmed under my mouth. “When you’re done with your toys, where do they go?”

“I give them away.”