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“Good,” he whispers. He kisses my cheek. He slides even deeper, his thick finger moving inside of me. “Tell me when it feels good.”

I rest my head back. Truthfully, it already feels good. It’s new and taboo and utterly intoxicating. My cock points upward, practically touching my navel it’s so hard.

Thad’s finger touches…

I gasp.

“There,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Right here?”

He backtracks inside to the same spot. My dick twitches. My thighs tremble.

A moan escapes my throat, different from any sound I’ve ever made before in my life.

“Yup,” he says, amused. “I remember that.”

Pressure rises in my core. Muscles tighten and shake. I cling to Thad without thinking, jerking his lips to mine to share my moans. He returns every kiss, not once breaking the rhythm inside as he finger-fucks me.

He’s fucking me.

Thad is fucking me.

The pressure builds and builds, pushing me further than I even thought possible. Warmth rushes through my body. Thoughts exit my mind, leaving nothing but heat and desire — desire to be touched like this again and again.

And then it breaks. Tension releases, crumbling me to pieces against Thad’s capable hand. My cock pumps, spilling thick ropes of cum onto my belly. When I expect it’s over, another wave of ecstasy begins anew. And another. And another.

Finally, Thad pulls out. He sits up on his knees, placing one hand on my shoulder and taking his own cock in the other. His breath quickens with a few hard and fast strokes. He comes within seconds, covering my abs and chest with his ejaculate.

The room goes still, with only the sounds of us breathing. My limbs are still jelly, muscles burning from constant contractions, but I sit forward, angling my mouth toward his dangling cock. Still semi-hard and dripping, I suck it clean, swallowing his taste.

Thad runs a hand through my hair. “Maximillian.”

I slide him out of my mouth and lie back down, exhausted. “Thaddeus.”

He lowers down until our chests touch, our fluids blending together on our skin. “Are you okay?” he asks again.

I answer with a kiss, hard and deep.

No. I’m not okay.

I’ll never be the same.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Thad

It wasn’t what I expected.

I’m not sure what I did expect, but I know I didn’t expect that.

The kiss was easy. I’ve kissed Max before, as a joke, mostly. A funny anecdote beneath the mistletoe. The kiss was simple. Sweet, even. A little prickly between our mutual five o’clock shadows.

Then I felt him. His erection so hard and pointed. I knew he’d wanted this. He’d wanted me.

And I knew in that moment that I would give him all of me.

I knew it’d feel good physically. Sex in all its forms is pleasing in one way or another. But the catharsis of it took me by surprise.

Me and Max. Max and me. Lifelong friends. We’ve been through the shit together. Through the damn good times, too. Phoebe isn’t even the first woman we’ve had a threesome with. Our lives are linked from beginning to end, so I should not be this surprised.

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