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I can feel his length, hard as steel, under me. My underwear is a lost cause, wetness slicking almost through my jeans. His cock twitches as I press myself more firmly against him, riding him through our clothes. I moan as the angle and pressure push the seam against my clit just so, pleasure coursing through me.

“Wha…what’s the rule?” he bites out.

While his fingers grip tight enough to bruise, he still isn’t trying to control my movements. I lean forward slowly, dragging my core over his cock and my breasts along his chest. When our faces are almost close enough to kiss, I drop my lips to his ear.

“I want you, Declan,” I tell him, sliding back and forth along his hardness. “I want you to finish what you started in my fucking conference room.” I increase my pace, twisting my hips and grinding down on him at the end of each stroke. “I want you to do what you threatened: lose control and attack me.”

I lean back slightly to find him staring up at me with impossibly dark eyes, lips red from his teeth as he holds himself back.

“But I only fuck men who want me out loud.”

Stilling, I relax my hands on his shoulders. Declan’s gaze turns stony, his fingers still digging into my skin. His cock is hard and pulsing between us, and there’s a bead of sweat trailing from his hairline.

“This is it. Choose me and join us, or don’t and miss the chance. For good.”

I smoothly extract myself from his lap and stand. His chest is heaving, his cock straining against his jeans as he scrapes a hand over his jaw. Fingering the hem of my sweater, I tug it over my head, dropping it to the floor. Declan blows out a sharp breath as I discard my jeans, standing before him in nothing but my lacy black bra and thong.

“Your move, Wilde.”

Without another word, I turn and saunter toward the primary bedroom. As I leave, I barely catch his muttered reaction.

“Fucking hell.”

Chapter 31

Declan

Iconsidered myself strong. Sitting on that couch after Lex walked away in her goddamn fucking underwear? I was weak. So fucking weak.

My cock is still rock hard, pulsing uncomfortably against my jeans. As if her slow torture wasn’t enough, I can fucking hear them. Can hear the murmur of voices and the hint of soft gasps and moans.

You can’t do this, Wilde. As much as you want to, you can’t. You’re already too invested and she doesn’t do long term.

The more I hear, the more I question why I can’t. This is fucking torture, I swear–

A loud smack sounds, followed by a yelp. Then Shane’s voice, louder than before.

“You like that, don’t you? Our dirty little slut.”

Our dirty little slut. All the blood in my body goes straight to my cock. Another smack, accompanied by a loud moan. I groan, standing to alleviate the pressure and pressing a hand against my dick. In a daze, I move toward the bedroom, those four little words on repeat in my mind.

As I near the door, I realize it’s cracked. Motherfuckers. Panting, I pause outside it. I know I shouldn’t be listening. Lex said it was an invitation to join. Listening is joining, right?

Leaning my arm against the wall, I drop my head on it. Lex’s moans are coming more rapidly now, wet smacking noises filtering out the door. Linc groans something incomprehensible, and I’m faintly surprised the sound of my brother’s voice does nothing to calm my raging dick.

“Do you need to come?” Shane’s deep voice is hoarse, like he’s close. That shouldn’t be such a fucking turn on.

“Yes, sir,” Lex gasps, and my knees buckle. “Please.”

Yes, sir.

Dirty little slut.

Please.

I grip the base of my cock, shuddering as I hold back the urge to barge into the room. Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me. Lex’s moans and gasps increase, my body shaking as I listen.

“Now,” Shane commands. “Come for us.”

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