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He doesn't.

Desire gushes between my legs as I slowly push my finger in, watching as his eyes roll back in raw, unbridled ecstasy. His groan is primal, goosebumps peppering my skin as he rams into me, then pushes back on my finger, milking his prostate. It's frenzied, bordering on violent, as we fuck each other, using each other to find the ultimate release. Henry pushes his hand between our bodies, pinching my clit, and I detonate like a supernova, galaxies of stars exploding behind my eyelids as I come forcefully. His hips stutter as my muscles clench around him, and I massage him with my finger as he roars his release. He thrusts deep, emptying himself at the entrance to my womb.

"You're fucking incredible, Isla," he rasps, cupping my face, kissing me gently, his cock still half-hard inside me. He rolls over on his back, breathing hard. "I think that was the best fuck of my entire life."

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I'm still buzzing as I pull on a cute silk robe. The fabric is cool against my skin, helping dull the fire roaring through my veins. Before the guys came around, I didn't realize that good sex only makes you crave more. I’ll be forever chasing that feeling.

Henry and I walk out of the bedroom hand-in-hand, the butt plug still snug inside my ass.

"Finally," Theo groans, rolling his eyes, trying to act annoyed despite the wide grin on his face. "We texted Jo that we'd like to have dinner here. We have a movie ready to go on Netflix."

"We figured you could use some downtime," Dylan says, handing me a bottle of water and kissing me on the cheek.

"Psssh." I twist the top off the water and take a long drink before walking toward the couch. I pause, taking a shaky breath as the fullness of the butt plug lights me up like a marquee, my nerve endings sparking. Henry holds my gaze, biting his lip, growling low in his throat.

"What movie?" I ask, walking as fast as I can away from him before I do something stupid. I plop down next to Theo, the whimper that exits my mouth causing all three of them to turn toward me.

"Sore?" Theo asks, his face creased in concern.

"I'm good," I whisper, snuggling into his side. I look at the screen to see365 Daysqueued up and ready to play. "Um. Have you guys watched this before?" I ask, looking between them.

"No, have you? It sounds good. I looked it up, and it says it's a Polish thriller." Theo leans over and nuzzles into my hair, breathing deeply.

"Mm. Well, it's certainly thrilling," I chuckle.

"Why don't we watch something else since you've already seen it?" he asks, picking up the remote.

"Oh no, I could watch this a hundred times and still want to watch it again." This is fucking great. I couldn't have planned it any better if I tried. Dylan sits next to me, leaving Henry to sit on the floor. I open my legs as he settles his back against the couch, the inside of my thighs hugging his shoulders.

The beginningof the movie lures the guys into a false sense of action. Guns and mob bosses–no reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary. Then we get to the masturbation scene, and Dylan's jaw drops.

"Wh–What kind of movie is this?" he stammers, looking at me, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline.

A funny sound comes out of Theo's throat as he watches the main character stick his cock down the throat of the flight attendant. "I swear I just saw his dick. Isla! Is this porn?"

I cover my face with my hands, tears leaking down my cheeks, my whole body shaking with laughter.

"Fuck, Red. Is this the kind of thing you watch when we're not around?" Henry teases, eyes sparkling.

"I don't need to watch stuff like this anymore. Not when I have it in real life," I smirk, winking at him.

Theo scrambles to find the remote, pausing the movie. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He clears his throat, then tries again. "Is this a good idea?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" I ask.

"Dinner is being delivered in the next hour."

I shrug. "Text her and have her leave it outside. That way, we're not risking her seeing something she shouldn't." I would suggest pretty much anything that would get us to the bedroom faster at this point. The butt plug feels like a ticking time bomb just waiting to detonate.

"Good idea." Theo pulls out his phone and shoots off a text.

I take the remote from him and press play, hiding it between the cushions so he can't stop it again. I have to stifle my giggle at the first 'Are you lost, baby girl?'It's ridiculous in the best way possible.

"Oh, I don't like this," Dylan mutters after a while. "He kidnapped her? Is this like a Stockholm Syndrome situation?"

"Just watch. Forget about the plot. It's not going to matter in a little bit."

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