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“So, when did you think you’d start planning to make it happen?”

Liam shrugged, and so Avril’s smirk remained.

“What about our next threeway?” Avril added, tilting her cheek onto her left arm, staring at him pointedly with gorgeous eyes. “When have you decided to plan that one for?” She flicked a finger up before he could say anything. “Wait, don’t tell me. Youhaven’tbeen working toward getting another one.”

“How does someone ‘work’ toward getting a threeway?”

“Same way he works toward getting anything like that,” Avril said. “By bringing it up, by working it into the conversation. By being active about it.”

Steps behind. He always was. Each time he felt like he was making progress, Avril had to flick him on the forehead and shake her head, amused at him for thinking he’d risen to the same level as her. In this, much like yesterday, he was barely competent at chess, while Avril could play multiple masterful games simultaneously.

“Would you be up for—”

He let the question die on his lips, watching Avril exaggeratedly nod up and down from practically the first word.

“Okay, so there’s one yes,” he said.

“And now it’s up to you to get Tess to agree. I bet it won’t besohard. Especially if it’s something you suggest we could do during our exotic getaway.”

“Yeah… I’ll bring it up,” he said.

“Nervous about doing so?” Avril asked. “Think she’ll get mad at you over wanting to see two beautiful women worshipping your cock at the same time?”

The image alone caused some blood flow to redirect itself into his groin, so Liam knew the reality would at least live up to the one prior event. That one had shocked him, and he’d spent much of the unforgettable experience in awe that it was even happening in the first place. This would be different. Avril was making it clear that she wouldn’t do the legwork this time around.

Heneeded to check with Tess about her willingness to engage in another threesome. According to Avril, he should have already done it.

Would it shock her if she learned about my deal with Victoria?he wondered. He felt it’d at least earn him a visual reaction, though he knew he could only fantasize about how it would look. He intended to keep his word to Victoria, even if it meant that Avril continued thinking he was still several steps behind her.

“Don’t you worry about it,” he said, poking her forearm. “But if you don’t hurry up and get out of your clothes, I’m going to start thinkingyou’restalling.”

Snorting, Avril shoved herself away from the counter. Within seconds, she’d escaped the apron’s loop behind her neck. As the apron bent in half, falling to her waist, the gorgeous redhead began undoing the buttons of her cardigan. It hit the counter not long after, leaving Avril in only a plain white tee.

And the bra underneath. If she didn’t remove that too, he’d complain.

Without looking the slightest bit hesitant, Avril removed her shirt, revealing the smooth, fair skin beneath. He suspected it’d be a little cool to the touch right now, as Avril’s resilience to the cold was near the worst he’d ever seen. Standing behind a refrigerated counter, he almost expected her to begin shivering before long.

Dumping her shirt beside her cardigan, she was left standing in nothing above the waist but a light gray sports bra. It sat so snug against her large breasts that Liam couldn’t help but stare. Avril smiled as she began to remove it.

He asked her to stop.

“Youwantmy bra to stay on?” Avril asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“No, I just want to be the one to take it off,” he said.

“Customers aren’t allowed on this side of the counter,” Avril repeated.

“Make an exception just this once?” Liam asked. “For your boyfriend?”

Avril narrowed her eyes, but he continued to hold his expression. With a mighty sigh, the gorgeous woman across the counter relented.

“Fine, you can come back here. However!” She suddenly grabbed a new ice cream scoop, then gestured with it toward his groin. “All pants will stay as they are on this side of the counter. No cocks will become visible, or else they get scooped off.” Avril made an upward arcing swish with the metal tool.

“That sounds incredibly painful,” Liam said, already walking around toward the swinging doors that would let him reach Avril—hisothergirlfriend. His heart skipped a beat, but he wasn’t sure if it was from that realization or imagining how it might feel to be castrated by a blunt ice cream scoop.

“It’s supposed to,” Avril said, waving the metal implement at him as he finally stepped across the line.

Holding his hands up as if Avril were leveling a much more dangerous weapon at him, he made a show of slowly edging toward her. In response, she made a show of warding him away with her blunt implement. A sidle, then a jab, a sidle, then a jab. They repeated the process until he found a safe place behind the voluptuous redhead.

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