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Her fingers dig into my hair to hold on to me. “That feels incredible. You make me feel so sexy.”

“You are sexy. The sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” Then I tease at her, easing my tongue inside her wet channel over and over, listening to the sound of breathing for clues about what is really getting her turned on.

I find just the right spot when I suck lightly on her clit and press a finger deep into her heat.

Brooke breaks all over me, her thighs shaking as she shudders and cries her way through an orgasm. It’s a sound I’m never going to grow tired of.

I let her settle back down to earth, her fingers releasing my head, before I sit back. Staring at her pretty little pussy, I reach out with my finger and stroke over her one last time.

She gives an involuntary, “Oh!” before letting out a deep breath.

I suck on my finger, wanting one last taste of her. When I glance up at her, she’s watching me with a hooded gaze, her expression tender, cheeks flushed.

I love you.

I almost tell her again.

But I force myself to stand and give her a quick, hard kiss. “I need to leave or I’m going to fuck you against this door until you can’t see straight.”

She nods.

Which makes me grin.

I can’t tell if she’s agreeing that I should fuck her or that I should leave.

Adjusting my throbbing dick, I kiss her on the forehead. “Talk to you soon.” Then I shift her away from the door and exit before I do something that will piss off Luke and Jackson.

CHAPTER 34

Brooke

I’m feeling verysassy as I sit at the bar and sip a martini on Friday night.

I don’t even know if I’ve ever had a martini before. I’m not a big drinker in general and I kind of stick to wine and margaritas and the basics when I do.

But this bar with its dark, polished wood, warm lighting, and leather furnishings felt like a place you ordered a martini. I like this one. I had ordered just “a martini” and the woman behind the bar smiled at me, gave me a wink, and said, “We can do better than that. What are you here for tonight?”

I decidedwhat the helland I told her I’m meeting thethreeguys I’m dating here tonight.

Her eyes had gone wide, but she’d given me a big grin, and said, “Yeah, I know what you need.”

This martini is chocolate and cinnamon and it’s perfect for my mood—sweet and spicy—and I really think I could drink six more of them.

I’m very proud of myself. I’m taking charge tonight with my guys and this is going to be fun.

I’m the first one here, as planned, and I have butterflies in my stomach, but I’m excited.

I pull out my phone to check the time and see if anyone has texted.

I read back through the messages I sent them this morning.

Me to W, J, and L:

I know we’ve all made plans for another date, but I have a better idea. I want you all to meet me at The Game Room at 8. Let’s do this together. Don’t make me choose.

They’d all responded pretty quickly. And pretty much as I’d expected.

Jackson: See you then, sweetheart. Can’t wait. But remember, there’s not a no sex rule tonight.

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