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Confusion makes me slow, because I already was. Isn’t this what they meant? Anthony takes full advantage of it and pushes my shoulders down. A foot kicks my legs apart, and I have to lean on the counter to avoid falling over from the shock of it.

“Down,” Anthony orders, but his fingers dig into my hip and keep me from moving.

When Jamie’s broad shoulder knocks into my leg, getting comfortable at my feet, I realize what they’re doing. Jamie curls himself up tight on the floor between two stools. His large hands grip my legs to steady me as he plants himself between them.

The sounds of a belt buckle being undone and a fly unzipping are loud in the silent room. Anthony still has a hold on my neck as he undoes his pants one handed. Something blunt nudges at my entrance, and then he surges inside of me and buries his cock in deep to the hilt in a single smooth thrust that steals my breath.

“He got you nice and ready for me, baby. He’s such a good boy, isn’t he?” Anthony asks. “Such a talented tongue.”

“So good,” I agree as my hips arch back to meet Anthony’s thrusts until our skin slaps together with dull smacks. “Such a… a good boy. Oh, fuck.”

Jamie’s mouth is on me again while Anthony rails into me from behind. My palms squeak against the shiny countertop with every jarring slap. There’s no gentle warmup from the beta. He goes from entering me to pounding my cervix with every snap of his hips. His cock fills me completely. Stretches my walls.

If I weren’t already aroused from Jamie eating me out, this would hurt. It’s wonderful. Exactly what I need with my heat riding me so close.

Anthony slides his hand up my neck until it’s buried in my hair. He cards his fingers through the strands at my nape and grabs a handful, squeezing, and then he tugs me where he wants me until my spine arches. It’s either comply or rip out hair, so I go where he moves me. My pelvis tilts so he can thrust deeper, his cock burrowing a home for itself inside my cunt, and Jamie’s tongue follows. It never stops lapping.

Jamie licks through my folds and teases my clit. He sucks the nub into his mouth, and then he purrs and I’m lost. My dignity takes a backseat because my pleasure is the only thing that matters right now and I want to come. Need to. Desperately.

“Fuck,” I mutter as my eyes squeeze shut and I revel in the sensations. “It’s so good. Fuck me harder. Make me come. I want to come on your cock.”

He groans from behind me and his thrusts turn into brutal poundings. If the bar weren’t holding me up and Jamie weren’t keeping my trembling legs from buckling, I would be a puddle on the floor.

“Such a bossy bottom. Fuck, baby. I kind of love it when you make demands. Especially when you beg me to cream this sweet little pussy. We’re gonna feed our boy so well, baby. He needs his protein, don’t you, babe?”

Jamie makes a noise of agreement that’s muffled because his head is still smashed between my thighs. His tongue licks over where Anthony and I are joined. He teases my stretched entrance and laps over my swollen clit. And then he purrs and I’m lost again.

All I am is neediness. The need to come. The need for complete and utter acceptance. And I wonder if I’ve found that or if our house of cards will come crashing down after and make everything beyond awkward.

A scuffing noise makes Anthony’s brutal pounding rhythm falter, and my swirling orgasm stalls out again before it can be realized. I release a frustrated noise and try to turn my head to look and see what’s wrong, but Anthony’s grip tightens in my hair as he keeps me where he wants me, even though he isn’t moving.

“I am so sorry,” a familiar voice says from somewhere behind us. I know that voice. “I was running errands and saw the door open so I thought… I mean, I left something here last night, so I… You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. I’ll go. Forget I was here.”

“Why?” Anthony asks. “Pull up a stool, Agent Hall.” Anthony kicks a stool a few inches to the side and its legs scrape against the floor. It teeters and nearly falls over. “Why don’t you join us? We love an audience.”

Oh, fuck.

ChapterTwelve

VERONICA

My entire bodyclenches with panic. Anthony grunts, since his cock is still buried deep inside of me. Of all the people to walk in on us fucking, it had to be the IRS agent who’s not even supposed to be here today because it’s Sunday.

“Anthony, that’s eno—” My protest gets cut off when he pulls my head to the side, then shoves two fingers in my mouth and pins my tongue down.

I’m gonna fucking kill him.

Anthony makes a tsking sound. “You didn’t list exhibitionism as one of your hard limits. You should have been more thorough yesterday when we were negotiating. But if you want me to tell him to leave, then I want something in return. I want you to let Jamie fuck your cute little ass.”

I give Anthony a murderous glare that promises pain and retribution, but all the cocky beta does is grin and chuckle as if he likes it. His cock bouncing inside me with the movement of his diaphragm. Jamie’s alpha cock is massive. There’s no way it’s going anywhere near that hole.

“No?” Don’t tell me you’ve never done anal before. Your ass is so perfectly fuckable.”

“The lady said no,” Brendan growls. He sounds five seconds away from tackling my bratty bartender.

That’s the last thing I need. My mumbled protests are incomprehensible as I try to talk around Anthony’s fingers. He’s five seconds away from getting bitten.

Anthony huffs. “The lady likes to protest so she doesn’t have to feel guilty about giving in when it comes to something she needs, but doesn’t want to admit. She didn’t use her safe word.”

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