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“You’re going to do what, exactly? Tell them I want to be involved in you all fucking?”

“Exactly.”

My cheeks burned from both arousal and embarrassment at the idea. “They might not want me.”

“They do. They just don’t realize it yet.”

“Please, Dillon. Don’t do or say anything that’s going to make this all harder or more awkward than it already is.”

My pussy was still wet, my clit throbbing. Even though I was telling him no, my body had other ideas. I’d only just gotten started, and I wanted to come. My hand dropped to the front of my body, and I rocked my hips against it, bringing that arousal back to life.

Dillon noticed and groaned. “You do taste good.”

I held his eye. “So, taste some more.”

His resolve vanished. “Ah, fuck it.”

He pushed me back, the rear of my knees hitting the rim of the bathtub, and then he dropped to the floor. His fingers hooked into my panties on each side of my thighs, and he rolled them straight down. I lifted one foot, allowing him to slip them over my toes, and he dropped the item to the floor. Both his hands reached around my body, and his palms closed over my buttocks, squeezing my flesh and half lifting me at the same time. I seated myself on the edge of the tub, holding onto the rim of the bath with one hand, the other stabilizing myself with a hand on Dillon’s broad shoulder.

With his hold on my ass, he tilted my hips, displaying my pussy to him. I throbbed internally with desire and spread my legs on either side of his head. I could hardly believe the change that had come over me. This wasn’t like me at all—willingly spreading my legs for a man. I had in the past, but only because it was what had been expected of me, and certainly not because it was what I wanted.

But I did want it now. I wanted it here, with this man, and I wanted to know what it would be like in a room with Ryan and Kodee, too.

Dillon’s hot wet tongue pressed against my swollen folds, and I wilted in pleasure. I pushed my hips forward, rocking onto his mouth. The orgasm that had been building ever since he’d told me to touch myself coiled into a tightly wound spring at my core. I lifted my hand from his shoulder to rake it through his thick, dark hair, gripping the strands.

His tongue darted inside me, sliding deep. God, it was like he was trying to swallow me whole.

And I wanted him to.

Chapter Eighteen

Dillon

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I’D PROMISED MYSELF I wasn’t going to do this, and yet here I was, with her impaled on my tongue. She was making the sexiest little noises, all breathy moans and cries, while one hand tangled in my hair, and the other clung onto the edge of the tub, as though terrified she was going to fall in. I wasn’t going to let her fall, however. Both my hands had a good hold on her ass.

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