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Her eyes soften in sympathy, which causes him to pull back.
“What do you need, princess?” Oliver wraps an arm around her waist. “Something to drink?”
She nods. “Juice?”
“I’ll get it,” Rhett says gruffly, standing.
I crouch in front of her, taking her hands in mine. “A blanket? A distraction?”
“Both, please,” she whispers.
While I grab her a blanket, Oliver pulls her onto his lap. “Tell me, what’s your second favorite book? Elliot is gonna need a new one to read.”
She bites her lip. “Probably Pride and Prejudice.”
Oliver rolls his eyes and pokes her side. “Do you read any books that aren’t old?”
“I like fantasy.”
“Any that we can make come true for you?” He winks, and I cringe.
“That was terrible, Oliver,” she giggles. But her eyes drift down to his erection.
Well, at least I’m not the only one who can’t control his dick around her.
“I’ll take that as a yes. What do you want us to do?”
“Tie me up again?” She glances between us shyly.
“Oh, princess. With pleasure.”
BY THE TIME Wren has finished her juice, she can’t stop rubbing her thighs together. She hasn’t let go of Rhett’s hand since he came back. His tension from earlier is gone, and I can only hope it’s because he used one of his breathing techniques instead of tacking something else onto his plans for Adam tonight.
Oliver whisks Wren off the couch, taking her to his room. I tie her legs to the foot of the bed while Rhett eats her out, and Oliver watches from the corner of the room.
When she comes, it’s with a cry that goes straight to my dick.
I go next, kissing her body until she’s begging for more. I bring her to orgasm quickly, leaving her trembling on the bed.
Then Oliver takes out her wand from his nightstand drawer.
Wren gasps. “That’s—how—that’s mine!”
With a smirk, he runs his fingers down her leg, stepping to the foot of the bed. “Found it while I was putting your room back together. Remember how I said you’d pay for teasing me earlier?”
Wren’s eyes widen as she nods. “Oh no.”
He grins. “You’re so fucked, princess.”
She tries to squirm away, but I’ve tied her too well. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Make you come until you beg me to stop.” He turns the wand on, pressing it to her inner thigh. “Literally.”
“Oh god,” she whimpers. Then she yelps as he touches it to her clit. “Oliver, I’m still too sensitive, I—” She screams when he doesn’t listen.
Her hips try to twist out of his reach, but she can only move a few inches. Rhett grabs her hands and pins them to the mattress above her head, watching her writhe.
Oliver removes the wand. She lets out a relieved sigh that’s followed by a squeal when he touches it to her again. And this time, he doesn’t let up.
