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Complete fullness.

Jamal’s hands were on my waist. Fletcher’s fingers teased my hole and eased inside of me to the knuckle. Jamal’s lips. Jamal’s cock.

Fletcher stood straighter and brought his knee up onto the bed. He stilled my movement with a hand on the small of my back as he replaced his finger with his cock. He instructed me through it. He told me to breathe out, push, and relax, and I was too busy coasting on pure pleasure to do anything but listen as his willing servant.

As Fletcher slid inside of me, all the way to the hilt, I was so full that I could do nothing but take it. Pinned between Fletcher and Jamal.

And loving every moment.

Chapter 11

I didn’t remember falling asleep, though I was aware of the chill of dried sweat on my skin where the cover had pulled away and exposed my back to the air.

I blinked, bleary-eyed, as I studied the dimly lit room. The sunlight shone a single line through the blackout curtains that weren’t quite closed.

Someone cleared their throat, and my eyes took a moment to focus.

Maddox stood next to the pullout couch, his arms crossed over his chest, and his shoulders squared as he looked down at me like a king surveying his kingdom.

His piercing blue eyes flicked to Jamal and Fletcher, still asleep in the bed. Fletcher was sprawled out like a child, and Jamal curled in a protective ball, with only a single hand outstretched—resting on the curve of my bum.

I was in the center of the two men, and as Maddox blinked down at me, I was suddenly aware that it was all too obvious what we had done the night before.

My mouth was dry, and I could taste tequila at the back of my throat, but my mind was clear of any and all hangovers.

I met Maddox’s eyes, challenging him.

I didn’t regret sleeping with Fletcher or Jamal.

I am a confident woman. I own my sexuality. I said proudly to myself in my head.

Maddox quirked a brow.

I mimicked the expression. “Yes?” I asked haughtily.

“Apologies. I am still recovering from the declaration that you own your sexuality, whatever that means.” Maddox’s lip quirked.

I winced. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

He hummed, which I took to mean yes.

I brushed my hands over the comforter covering my thighs. “Did you need something?”

“You guys used the last K-cups last night,” Maddox glanced over his shoulder at the kitchen. “I’m going for coffee.”

“Okay,” I elongated the word, confused.

“I’m going for a coffee run.” He repeated. “Get dressed.”

“Bossy,” I grumbled as I shuffled down the bed and out of the warmth of Jamal and Fletcher’s presence. I glanced back, worried that they would think I was abandoning them and doing a one-night walk of shame—but then quickly decided that I was going toplay it cool. I was going to be all over the nonchalant pick-me persona for the time being. I worked with them, and I didn’t want things to be awkward.

Maddox cleared his throat.

“I’m coming!” I whisper-hissed. It took a moment for me to realize that I was entirely naked, and all of my clothes were still upstairs in Fletcher’s room.

Maddox’s lips pressed into a thin line.

“If my presence bothers you so much, why don’t you go to Starbucks by yourself?” I shivered as the cold air of the room hit my bare skin. I straightened my shoulders and pretended that my nipples weren’t saluting like good little soldiers.

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