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I lean in close, my face almost touching hers. She inhales a long, low breath. "Well, I'll tell you mine," I say roughly. "I think about bending your tight little ass over the counter and fucking you until you scream."

The last words are a snarl in my throat. I tighten my grasp on her arm, relishing in the flush of her cheeks, the fullness of her lips, and the look of poorly concealed desire burning in her eyes.

"In fact," I continue, studying her face with utmost intent. "I've thought about it more than once. And right now, that's just what I'm going to do."

"Really?" She teases, her lips still curled in that infuriating smile. "How?"

"I'll show you how." I pull her to me instantly and press my lips savagely against her, forcing my tongue through. I taste cinnamon, honey, salt, and her moans as she responds. I all but lift her as I push her against the counter, using my forearms to pin her wrists behind her.

She lets out a little cry as I press against her with my erection. I begin moving my hips in slow, long, strokes between her legs as I continue kissing her.

"Oh," she groans, squirming against me. She wants me to let go of her hands. I don't want her to have that freedom, not yet anyway. I want to own her in this moment, to have her pinned underneath me while I show her just what she's done to me.

"Stay," I command her, using my free hand to lift the shirt. I pull her panties down as low as I can and press my palm flat on her clit. God, she's so turned on. I did that. I'm about to do more.

I pause to look into her eyes. There, behind all the light that she has, is a little spark of something … something that makes her look oddly vulnerable. I want her to see how powerful she is, and how she's reigning supreme over all of us. I withdraw my palm, wet from her juices, and raise it. Then, I break the kiss and lick one of my fingers.

Salt, wet, deliciously sinful.

She shivers as I look at her, my eyes hardened by resolve.

"You deserve to be loved the way men know how to, Emily," I say, my voice low enough for her ears alone.

"Let my hands go," she replies breathlessly. "I can't take it anymore."

I chuckle and release my grip over her wrists. She immediately unbuckles my pants and pulls them down. A little maneuvering on both our parts, and then my cock is grinding against her sopping core with growing ferocity.

Jolts run through my veins that have nothing to do with the sheer physicality of what we're doing. Maybe they're propelled by the vision of tiny goosebumps breaking out on her golden-brown skin.

I groan, captivated by how stunning she is, and grip her chin in my hand. "Tell me what you're thinking," I demand roughly.

She dips her head, eyes falling to the floor. "I'm thinking about how precarious my position is right now, and how badly I want it."

"Why is it precarious?" I ask, my cock growing harder by the second.

"Because—" she looks beyond me, at my best friends standing and watching us. "I—it's so selfish—but I want all of you to be mine."

My brow twitches, and I lean in to kiss her once more, this time gentler. "Just so we're clear about this matter, Em. We're fine sharing you, but you belong to us alone. Only us."

She shivers in my arms once again.

"Are we clear on that?"

"Yes," she murmurs against my lips. "We are."

"Good," I say. "Because I can't keep myself away for one more second."

I trace my thumb around her nipple in light, lazy circles before moving down to the dip between her legs. With a grunt of approval, I run my index finger along her slit and smirk.

"You're so wet," I observe, eyes boring into hers. "I can tell you're enjoying this." I lean in close, murmuring into her ear, continuing to tease her with my fingers.

She lowers her head, blushing.

I grab her chin roughly and match her gaze with mine. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Emily. Got it?"

She nods.

I chuckle and return my attention to her pussy. I run my finger back and forth across her wet slit, spreading her juices around. I occasionally stop what I'm doing to dip a finger up to my knuckle, grazing her clit, circling it.

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