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It wasn’t quite a question and more of a dare.How much can you take before you need to stop?Will knew that Peyton was testing Sebastian, seeing how far he could push before Sebastian pushed back. How much he could tease before Sebastian showed teeth. It made them both burn hotter, fight harder, the intensity between them a blazing fire.

Sebastian turned from Quinn, and then he and Peyton were kissing, a messy clash of teeth and tongues. Peyton plunged another two fingers into Will and pushed him completely forward, forcing him all the way into Sebastian.

Sebastian made a strangled noise, clutching at Quinn with one hand, the other moving to reach around Will’s neck as he arched his back. He was simultaneously pushing down on them and trying to get away.

Jericho mouthed Quinn’s shoulder, hints of tongue as he bit and sucked. Quinn’s eyes closed, a brief flutter of his eyelashes as he shivered.

Fuck, it was so goddamn tight. Will had known it would be, but nothing could have prepared him for it. He was being squeezed so hard it was almost painful.

Between the two of them, Quinn and Will lifted Sebastian until he was almost all the way off and then back down, forcing themselves back inside.

Sebastian cried out, pulling away from Peyton and burying his face into the curve of Quinn’s neck. Jericho slid fingers between the short strands of his hair. A string of curses and litanies poured from his mouth as they did it again, fucking him together without giving him a moment of reprieve.

“Sit on the edge of the table, Will,” Quinn said, taking most of Sebastian’s weight as Will did as he was told with shaky, backward steps.

The pressure intensified as he perched himself, and Sebastian sank down on him all the way. He was going to come again, his orgasm building inside him uncontrollably.

Quinn crowded them both, one hand on Will’s shoulders, the other on Sebastian’s thigh. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” he whispered into Sebastian’s ear, tongue tracing the edge of it. He didn’t wait for Sebastian to respond before he began to fuck him in earnest.

Holyfuckingshitfuck. Will panted heavily against Sebastian’s shoulder as Quinn drove in and out of Sebastian with hard thrusts, his silky cock sliding against Will’s. Will felt like he was being fucked from all angles, Sebastian all around him, and Quinn’s cock all but stroking him from the inside.

He reached between Sebastian and Quinn, meeting Quinn’s hand where he was already jerking Sebastian. They found a rhythm together, bringing Sebastian to the edge.

“Are you going to come for us?” Quinn whispered against Sebastian’s mouth.

Sebastian made an unintelligible sound that Will guessed was an emphaticyes. Will’s answer was definitely that.

Jericho kissed Will then, and Will was lost, drowning in all of them. He clenched Peyton’s long hair in his hand and poured everything into his kiss with Jericho, holding on to a piece of all of them.

The three of them came at the same time, feeding off each other and the energy that surrounded all five of them. There was nothing but them here in this sphere, so hungry for each other there wasn’t room for anything else.

Sebastian spilled over their hands with a cry that might have been a word. Will moaned into Jericho’s mouth. Quinn pulsed beside him in Sebastian’s snug ass, making his legs tremble. He was glad that Quinn had told him to sit down. A disaster averted.

The second that Jericho’s lips lifted from Will, Peyton was there, dipping in to taste before kissing Will’s sweaty forehead.

Quinn panted, resting his head back against Jericho, who leaned down and kissed him leisurely, knuckles brushing his cheek. His other hand trailed up and down Quinn’s heaving, sweat-slicked chest, running through the small drops of cum that Sebastian had left.

“I think we all win that round,” Peyton said, resting against Will’s chest.

“Can only be one winner,” Sebastian said, out of breath. “No such thing as a draw.”

“Do we need to try again, see if we can find a winner?” Jericho asked, a leer in his voice. “Give me half an hour, and I reckon I’d be up for that.”

“Speak for yourself,” Quinn muttered.

Will burst out laughing.

Damn, but he loved every single one of them so fucking much.

Chapter Eight

The easiest way toensure that people moved out of the way, and to circumvent any and all conversation, was to make eye contact. A common misconception, of course. Avoidance seemed the better tactic. Jericho knew otherwise. Very few people couldmaintaineye contact. It was intimidating and displayed a confidence that triggered the “flight” response in most.

For this reason, it was ridiculously easy to move about Sebastian’s office without drawing attention to himself. No one spoke to him or even asked him what he was doing there. He looked like he belonged there, so he seemed to have every right to be there.

It showed a distinct lack in security. Any guard worth his salt would never back down from Jericho’s stare. Not that there evenwasa guard. Did they think it was sufficient just to have elevator floors that would only unlock from employee cards? Any electronic could be hacked. Any security system could bebypassed. It was the human touch that truly secured something. Therighthuman touch.

The first person that finally held Jericho’s stare was one Monica Monaghan, Sebastian’s legal assistant.

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