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The heat builds inside me, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. I can tell Alex is close too by the way his body tenses under Bianca’s touch.

I slap Bianca's ass hard, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Her moan is immediate, a low, sultry sound that makes my cock twitch inside her. She pushes back against me, her body demanding more, driving Alex and me closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Bia," Alex groans, his fingers tightening in her braids. "You're gonna make us both come."

I thrust harder, the sensation of her heat enveloping me, making it impossible to think straight. Every muscle in my body is taut, coiled tight as I drive into her with relentless force.

Bianca's body quivers between us, her moans growing louder with each thrust. The pressure builds inside me, threatening to consume me whole.

Alex's grip on her hair tightens as he pushes her head down further onto him. "Take it all," he commands, his voice rough with impending release.

She takes him without hesitation, and the sight of her submission sends a jolt of electricity through me. My thrusts become erratic, each one a desperate bid to reach that final peak.

"I'm close," I warn Alex, my voice strained.

"Me too," he replies, his own voice tight with anticipation.

Bianca's body tenses beneath us, and her moans grow louder even with Alex in her mouth; she’s right there with us.

Alex pulls out of Bianca’s mouth just as he comes, spilling himself onto her chest with a guttural moan.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

I follow suit seconds later, falling over the edge as I release inside Bianca with a deep groan that echoes through the room.

We stay like that for a moment—panting heavily and savoring the aftermath before reality starts to creep back in.

12

JAMES

The ocean stretches out before us, a shimmering expanse of blue. The boat rocks gently beneath our feet as I steer us out of the harbor. Bianca stands beside me, her braids catching the breeze, a smile tugging at her lips.

"So, you're a sailor now?" she teases, glancing up at me.

"Always have been," I say, adjusting the sail. "I grew up doing this."

"Really? You never mentioned it back in college."

I shrug, the memories flooding back. "We were busy with other... activities."

She laughs, the sound blending with the calls of seagulls overhead. "True."

We sail further out, the city skyline fading behind us. The water glistens under the sun, and I can't help but revel in the sense of peace that washes over me. It's been too damn long since I've been out here.

"This is amazing," Bianca says, leaning against the railing. "I get why you love it."

After a while, I turn to her. "You know, this isn't just about sailing for me. It's... it's about clearing my head. Finding clarity."

"Clarity about what?" Her eyes search mine, curiosity piqued.

"Everything," I say simply. "Life. Work. Relationships."

She looks down at her hands, then back up at me. "And have you found any?"

"Maybe." I take a step closer to her, the pull between us intensifying.

"I've really missed you all these years, Bia. And I'm so damn glad to be able to see you again," I admit, as a weight lifts from my chest. The words come out rough, honest.

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