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My body was on fire, and I could only whimper in response. Ethan’s cock felt like it was pulsing inside me, and with the position he was in, I wasn’t even going to need to touch my clit to come.

One of Leo’s hands gripped Ethan’s shoulder, the other firmly on his hip. His breath was ragged as he fucked Ethan with abandon.

“Come with me.” He groaned into my neck, his voice strained with effort. “Let go, baby.”

“Ethan!” I cried out, my body shaking as my orgasm crashed through me, deep and hard.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Ethan chanted with each erratic thrust, following me down into a pool of pleasure.

Behind him, Leo let out a low groan, his body shuddering as he came. I couldn’t see his face since he had it buried against the back of Ethan’s neck.

Leo collapsed onto the rug next to me, taking my hand and bringing it to his heaving chest. Ethan rolled off me, his arm draping over my stomach as he cuddled into my side.

We lay there in silence, none of us able to speak as the complications and uncertainties of our relationship faded away.

Chapter 25

Helicopter Ride

Ethan

It had only been two weeks since Leo took us on dates, and I was amazed at how well things were going between the three of us. We hadn’t put an official label on what the three of us were, but things feltofficial. Especially since I knew that Leo’s condo was ready to move back into and he hadn’t moved out yet.

And now he was whisking us away somewhere for the weekend.

“Where do you think we’re going?” Libby was practically vibrating with excitement as we rode through Manhattan.

Leo had told us the night before to pack a bag for a few days, and that his driver would pick us up after we got home from work. He hadn’t told us anything about where we were going besides to pack clothes for similar weather and swimsuits.

“He didn’t tell us to bring our passports, so we’re staying in the country.” I hated trying to guess surprises because my imagination would run wild and then the surprise would never live up to it.

There were only so many places in the country that had similar weather, but the swimsuit was throwing me off. Maybe somewhere with a nice hotel, or he had plans for some jacuzzi time?

Thankfully, I didn’t have much time to think about it because it wasn’t that long of a drive before we turned into a heliport that had a sleek black helicopter waiting on a helipad.

I couldn’t help but grin as Libby’s eyes widened as we were let through a security gate and pulled up next to the helipad.

“Is that... are we...?” Libby stammered, her grip on my hand tightening.

“Appears we’re going for a helicopter ride.” I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

She didn’t like flying in airplanes, but maybe being in a helicopter would be different. Helicopters were perfectly safe… who was I kidding? I was even a little nervous about flying in one.

Our driver opened the back door for us as the door of the helicopter opened. Leo hopped down, dressed in jeans but still wearing the button-down shirt he’d been wearing that morning with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The man was a snack, and his designer sunglasses made him look even more delectable.

Leo strode toward us as we got out of the car, a huge grin on his face. “Ready for a little adventure?”

Libby bit her lip, and I could tell she was overthinking things. “This seems like a bit much, doesn’t it? I mean, a helicopter? Is it even safe?”

I nudged her gently with my shoulder. “Hey, if the man wants to spoil us, who are we to argue? Besides, when was the last time you rode in a helicopter?”

“Um, never?” She fiddled with her purse strap.

“Exactly, so let’s enjoy it. Leo wouldn’t take us in something unsafe.” At least, that was what I was telling myself.

Leo’s face softened as he reached out and rubbed Libby’s arm reassuringly. “I promise the view will be worth it, but if you’re really uncomfortable, we can drive instead.”

Libby looked at the helicopter for a long few moments, no doubt imagining all the possible scenarios where the helicopter did not get us to our destination. “I don’t want to sit by a window.”

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