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I reach a hand between my legs and sink my fingers into the generous amount of wetness that’s already there. Even though I’ve closed my eyes, I can feel the men’s eyes on me, and that both intimidates me and makes me want to show them more.

When my finger lightly grazes over my clit, my body jerks, and beneath me, there’s a rumble of a growl deep in Jansen’s throat. I spread myself open with two fingers and use my middle finger to make slow circles around and over the spot that feels the best.

As I play with myself, Jansen toys with my nipples, and the combination of sensations is potent. My breath grows shallow as juices start to trickle onto my thigh.

“Make yourself come for us, Miss Flores.” It’s the bosses’ order, straight from Derek, and I’m such a naughty girl to do this in front of them.

Through slitted lids, I peek out at Derek, and the look on his face ratchets me toward an impendingrelease. Jansen twists one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger as his hardened cock presses into my bare bottom from beneath his pants.

I rub myself faster, faster—until my back arches and my toes curl, and a quick climax rocks through me. It’s a shallow one, just a warmup.

Before I’m even past it, Derek nudges my hand away, and his mouth is on me, his tongue pushing inside me as my body still pulses with pleasure. He keeps my orgasm going, extending it into something new as heat washes over me like a sun-soaked wave.

CHAPTER 35

ANA

When I come down from the peak, Derek gets his fingers involved while his tongue teases my clit. It’s almost too much, and I try to steady my breathing so I can feel everything.

“Watch him,” Jansen tells me. “Watch his fingers fuck your pussy.”

It’s obscene the way they dip in and out of me; the way he’s still in that beautiful blue dress shirt, sleeves still buttoned at his wrists, while every inch of my skin is bare and available for them to do what they want with; the way Derek holds eye contact with me as he presses in and out of one of my most intimate spaces.

I watch them both play with their toy and I slowly but steadily build toward another orgasm. When it hits, it’s deeper and longer, and so incredibly good.

“That’s it, Ana. You’re ours. That pussy is all ours.” It’s Jansen, his voice rumbling near my ear and in my head.

It’s just sex. Outside of this, I’d never want a man to be so possessive, but everything these men say and do turns me on so much—it’s no wonder I can’t resist them.

It’s reckless, being with them, but I can’t pass up what I’m experiencing, because they’re like a book come to life, and I want to live inside this fantasy forever.

They make me come several more times, and my body is limp and spent when they finally stand, side by side, and take their clothes off.

My eyes dance across their bodies, from their strong, broad shoulders, to their lean, tight abs, to their big cocks, and their powerful thighs.

And these gorgeous men only want me.

They’re mine … for now. And I intend to enjoy them.

I may be exhausted, but it’s easy to get a second wind when two gorgeous men are standing naked right in front of you.

I take their cocks, one in each of my hands, and stroke them. They’re warm and heavy in my palms, and I can’t wait long before I take them in my mouth, first Derek, then Jansen. I alternate between them,sucking, licking, stroking, feeling like too much of a good thing is exactly what I need.

When I have Derek’s thick cock back in my mouth, Jansen climbs onto the couch behind me and presses his cock into my pussy. I gasp, but manage to keep my hold on Derek, and then I’m between them, connected to them both, and it’s unbelievable.

Derek’s hand goes to the back of my head, keeping me steady as his hips pump forward and back. Jansen’s big hand grips my hip as he buries himself inside me, over and over. He reaches around to stroke my clit, and then I’m coming apart, overcome and overwhelmed in the best possible way. These two men are working me hard, just like I’ve always wanted.

As I start to come, Derek’s hip action stutters, then he stiffens and starts to release. I take all I can, until he pulls back and paints my cheeks and chest with the last spurts of his climax.

Jansen follows right behind, his hold on me tightening as he alerts me with a grunt. His cock starts to throb deep inside me as he comes, long and hard.

Afterward, as we all recover, Derek goes off and returns with a warm, wet cloth and uses it to clean my face. There’s a gentleness to his touch that makes my chest feel funny, but it’s probably more about the vulnerable state I’m in than anything else.

He leads me into the bathroom, where, after I put my hair up in a band from my purse, I step into the shower with him. His touch is tender there too, and a little teasing, as he gets me soapy and rinses me clean.

The sight of his body dripping with water is enough to make me ready for more, but I follow his lead, and when we step out, Jansen is there to wrap me in a robe, murmuring, “I want to get you dirty all over again,” as his arms go around me to knot the tie at my waist.

Laughing—such a rare, warm sound—Derek says, “Me too, but we need to eat first.”

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