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He cupped his balls in one hand and pumped his cock with the other, the rhythm matching what Sloane was doing to Dylan.

Shaw’s throat worked. “You want to fuck him, baby?”

Her harsh breath sounded like tearing paper. “Yes!”

“Hold that thought.” Dylan reached for the basket of condoms on top of the nightstand. He also reached under the bed and came out with a bundle of rope.

Her breath hitched. What was he going to do with that?

Shaw’s teeth flashed with a grin. “He’s good with ropes.”

Dylan’s eyes gleamed. “Both of you are about to find out just how good.”

Her stare jerked between both of her lovers. Then at the same time, as if they had this planned all along, they moved. Shaw took her wrists and extended them toward the headboard. Her insides quivered as Dylan set to work binding her. He looped the rope loose enough that the hemp didn’t chafe her skin, but tight enough to heighten her senses.

She tipped her head back to see just as he tied off the rope in an intricate knot.

Her breath came hard and fast. Her pussy clutched with desire and flooded with juices.

Next, he held up a condom to Shaw. “Put it on me.”

“Oh god…” She shivered at the exchange between her men. Shaw took the packet from him. After he ripped it open and slipped it over his length, Dylan arched a brow at Shaw.

Then he stretched out on the bed and rolled Sloane on top of him. The ropes allowed her mobility to twist and turn, but she couldn’t lay a hand on either man. They had all the control.

She straddled him, her pussy poised at the tip of his throbbing length.

When Shaw climbed on the bed behind her, he palmed her ass cheeks apart and slowly guided her down over Dylan’s cock.

Chapter Eight

The room seemed to shake around Sloane. Each inch that she glided up Dylan’s cock, Shaw’s hands guided her. Every time she slid down him again, fucking him deep, Shaw was there, touching her.

This wasn’t the Shaw she knew. That man was gone, replaced by somebody brand-new. She had to admit, she felt like a child with a shiny toy she couldn’t wait to play with.

And Dylan…he was so damn hot. Stretching her with each stroke. Sending her higher and higher toward the peak of pleasure.

When they stopped her on the sidewalk and went down on her, one tongue on her pussy and one on her pucker, she stopped thinking about which man to choose. She’d take them both and walk away with neither. This was what she came here for, right?

Dylan claimed her mouth in an endless kiss. When she felt him tense, she rocked her hips faster and faster, fucking him, wanting to feel him shake apart for her in release.

“Take him, baby. Fuck his cock. Fuck yeah!”

Shaw’s dirty encouragement spurred her faster. Her moans were drowned by Dylan’s bellow.

He clasped her tightly against him, mouth fused to hers as he jerked his hips with every shot of cum that left his body.

Her pussy clamped down, her orgasm hovering so close she could almost feel the tingle in the base of her spine.

But Shaw pulled her off his cock before she could come. She heard the rip of a condom and knew Shaw meant to take her too.

Dylan trapped her hips in his hands and held her in place while Shaw slipped the rubber-covered tip of his erection up and down her wet folds.

God, he felt just as good after all these years. He knew when to pause with his cock pressing into her clit and when to—

She cried out when he sank balls-deep in one smooth glide.

His hard arm banded around her middle, fucking her while she still straddled Dylan. His sharp teeth grazing her throat always sent her spinning out of control, and he sucked the spot he knew would take her over the edge fast.

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