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“I rather like the just fucked look on you,” Ezra says, running his hand over her messy hair. My eyebrows shoot up, still getting used to this new free-spirit version of my best friend.
“I agree,” I say with a wink. “I want everyone in there to know you spent the morning getting spit roasted, taking our cocks like the fucking wonder woman you are. And I’ll enjoy thesecret knowledge that your thighs are still wet with all the cum we’ve filled you with in the last twelve hours.”
“You two are going to be the death of me,” she says with thinly veiled amusement.
Beth
“Are you sure we’re ready?” I ask for about the millionth time.
“Beth, relax,” Ezra says. “It’s not a full exhibition, it’s just a walkthrough of the space to show off all of what we’re going to offer.”
“We’ve only been working on it for three days, though!” I protest, knowing that the deed is already done.
“Four,” Ezra corrects. They sent me to a swanky day spa to calm my nerves and relax after working nearly twenty hours a day to clean up the space to show it off.
Word has gotten out that local celebrity, Ezra Beckett, and the world-renowned Callaghan Flynn, are opening a gallery together, and Cal’s publicist insisted that doing a small press tour would generate a lot of buzz for the opening. And since Cal is going to be leaving in a few days, we needed to do it sooner rather than later.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the spa day. It was really nice. But you should have let me help today.”
“Nonsense. You’ve been working your ass off.”
“You and Cal have been working just as hard. Why didn’t you take a day for relaxation?”
Not that either of them look it, because they’re literally perfect in every way. I’ve spent the past few days with them around the clock, working so late into the night that we’ve fallen asleep here almost every night. Thankfully, we outfitted part of the empty space upstairs with a large sleeper sofa and some armchairs, so at least there’s somewhere comfortable to sleep. And have sex.
So much sex.
“We get our relaxation in other ways,” he winks.
I swallow, remembering the various ways my two men have teased me, touched me, and used my body in the last few days. Before sending me off earlier to get primped and pampered for tonight, Cal pulled my hands over the reception desk and held me down while Ezra licked me senseless from behind. Then Cal took his turn, not even stopping when a courier knocked on the door. Ezra answered it completely casually, holding the door open to sign for the package and everything, while just around the corner Cal was holding his hand over my mouth to keep me from crying out while I came around his big, thick cock.
Gooseflesh breaks out over my skin, and I shudder. Very few hours have gone by without a bone melting orgasm these last few days. Since I haven’t been with them all day, this is thelongest I’ve gone without one of them touching me. Yeah, I’m sore, but I’m also rapidly becoming accustomed to their company and the multiple orgasms they’ve given me a day.
“Don’t look at me like that, Beth. I’ll ruin you before the car even gets here.”
I spent a lot of time getting primped today, having my hair and makeup done. The salon really did a great job. I’ve never felt so beautiful. My eyes have been painted with a shimmery cat-eye eyeliner so dark purple that it’s almost black, making my eyes look sultry. My cheekbones are accentuated with the perfect shade of blush, and they’ve painted my lips a deep, dark red. Some basic highlights make my dark hair look thicker and shinier, curls tumbling over my shoulders and down my back.
I chose a simple, stretch fitted, black A-line dress that hugs my curves, and strappy black heels. I rarely dress up this much, and it feels like a bit much, but the look on Ezra’s face when I asked him to zip the back of my dress was enough to decide it was worth it.
All of that aside… I’d let him ruin me right now. Especially the way his ass looks in those slacks…
“You don’t really need me there anyway, right? It’s you and Cal they want to see.”
“This gallery would be nothing without you. That’s why you get the first letter,” Ezra says, referring to our initials that form the gallery name,TheBEC.
I giggle. “Pretty sure it was just the best arrangement.”
“What are we arranging?” Cal says absentmindedly, fiddling with his cufflinks as he walks into the kitchen where Ezra and Ihave been standing. My gods, these men arefine.
Cal’s wearing a simple black suit with a black silk lined lapel that looks like it was custom made to fit his body. For all I know, it was. Ezra hasn’t put his jacket on, but his charcoal grey pants and vest make him look edible.
Cal looks up from his cufflinks. “I hope we’re talking about which way we’re going to arrange your guts when the night is over, because DAMN, Beth.”
“Good enough to eat,” Ezra agrees, holding my hand in the air and making me do a slow turn for them.
“This fucking ass,” groans Cal, running his hands over the fabric covering my butt. “Whose idea was this to go out in public, instead of staying home and fuck like rabid bunnies?”
“Yours,” both Ezra and I say together.
