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I snorted, shaking my head at my husband. “Sometimes, we don’t always get what we want.” I couldn’t hide the pout in my voice. Ireallywanted Jaxon. And he was also the first man to pique Zeppelin’s interest since me. Zeppelin was okay with us having a third. He would never try to stop me from having what I wanted so long as I kept him, too. But I wanted Zeppelin to be into the third person in our relationship, too.

Zeppelin backed me up against the table, and I shuddered at the feeling of his hard cock pressing through his skinny jeans. I licked my lips, looking up at him from beneath my blonde lashes. I was six foot—average height for a man—but Zeppelin was damn near six foot five. He towered over me, and dammit, I could never get enough of it.

I liked being smaller than him. And I knew Zeppelin liked feeling as if he was superior to me. After all his trauma, heneededit. And I was more than happy to give it to him.

We worked like that. We were so suited for each other. Everything about us meshed so well.

“Don’t sound so down, baby.” Zeppelin gripped my hips and effortlessly lifted me onto the table I’d just finished cleaning. “We’ll get what we want.” His lips brushed mine in a feather-light tease that made me shiver. “We always do.”

He kissed me then, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I moaned and laced my fingers in his hair, spreading my thighs so he could get closer. His fingers made quick work of the string holding my scrub pants up, and when it was untied, I lifted my hips, letting him pull my pants and briefs down in one go.

“Shoes,” he growled, licking and nipping at my neck. I moaned, tilting my head back all while I kicked my shoes off so he couldyank my pants down the rest of the way. The cracking of the lid of the lube he kept in his pocket met my ears, and I opened my eyes, snorting at the sight of the travel-sized lube. “How’d I know you’d have some in your pocket?” I rasped.

Ignoring my question, he kissed me again, his fingers curling around my chin to hold me in place as he pressed two slick fingers between my cheeks and against my hole. I groaned, bringing my knees up and spreading my legs wider. He made an appreciative sound that went straight to my cock. I pulled my shirt out of the way just as precum leaked onto my abs.

“I’m always prepared when I’m near you,” he reminded me. “I can’t ever fucking get enough of you.”

Shiiiiiiiit.

“Fuck, you’re still slick from this morning,” he groaned. His slick fingers wrapped around my thigh, and then he yanked my ass to the edge of the table. My back arched when he slid inside of me in one go, both of us moaning at the sensation. He was so deep and thick andGod, he felt so fuckinggood.

“Move,” I panted. “Zep, baby,please,” I begged. “We don’t have long before my next appointment, and Ineedto get off with you inside of me.”

He grunted and pulled out before slamming back inside of me. I wrapped my fist around myself, groaning at the catch and slide of my hand on my cock, using only my precum as lubricant. Zep stared down at me touching myself as he slung his hips back and forth, fucking me hard and fast, both of us chasing that high.

“Zep, fuuuuuck, so close,” I panted. My head fell back, my neck arching, my eyes rolling back in my skull.

“Come for me. Fuck, come, baby. Let me feel you milk this cock,” he growled, his fingertips digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.

I shattered, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from shouting as my cum spurted from my cock, smearing across my palm, some of it making its way onto my belly. Zep growled my name before his hips fell off rhythm, and he shoved his cock deep inside of me, grinding his hips into my ass as he filled me up.

“Good fucking hell,” I rasped, sinking flat onto the table, my heart rate too damn high to be healthy. My ass was pleasantly sore, and I was definitely cum-drunk. How was I expected to work now?

“I swear to fuck, you feel better and better every fucking time I fuck you,” Zep groaned before taking my lips in a kiss that was as soft as it was possessive.

I gave him a dopey smile. He laughed softly, his breath panting over my cheek. “You are so cum drunk,” he chuckled, nuzzling my cheek.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “You fuck soooo good.”

He snorted and pressed a kiss to my sweaty neck.

CHAPTER 6

Jaxon

Isighed and tossed my pen onto my desk before leaning back in my seat to stare up at my white ceiling. For the past five days, I’d been burying myself in my job to keep myself from thinking about Eros and Zeppelin. It wasn’t going well, to say the least. I was drowning in thoughts of them.

Two days ago, I’d given up on thinking of Eros as Dr. Hendrix. Every night, I woke up from hot, erotic dreams of Eros and Zeppelin. Sometimes, it was just the two of them, and I got to watch them fuck. Other times, I was fucking Eros. Twice now in my dreams, Zeppelin had fucked me.

How the fuck was I having an identity crisis at forty-three years old? Had losing Penelope turned me off other women? I didn’t think it had. I’d jacked off to porn of men fucking women all the time. I didn’t think I was gay. Was I bi? But then again, I had zero attraction to other men—apart from Eros and Zeppelin, that was. Was this some weird as fuck gay-for-you moment? And if it was, was it temporary, or was it here to stay?

A knock sounded on my front door before Spencer swung it open, Logan right behind him. Their hands were linked, and Spencer marched right inside, pulling Logan along with him, barely giving the other man time to shut the door behind them. My lips quirked in amusement at Logan’s grumpy face.

“No Ezra?” I asked.

Spencer shook his head and released Logan’s hand to head into my kitchen. I stayed seated, watching my son work his way around my kitchen to throw together something for lunch.

“Ezra had to work today,” Logan told me, flopping onto the couch and leaning his head back to shut his eyes. He looked tired. “Spencer dragged me out of bed this morning to come have lunch with you.”

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