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It’s like he took the thoughts straight out of my head. Except for the painting part. I probably would have gone with a data analogy, likethe measurable dataset is indicating a historically reduced input over a two-decade period for the entity.

“Well, we plan to spoil her for the weekend. And with all the cash she is going to walk away with, she’ll be able to fill any gaps in her lifestyle that we don’t. This time tomorrow, we’ll be saying goodbye to her.”

Derek’s right. Emmy isn’t our girl.

She is just our weekend girl.

With a sigh, I reach into my pocket, my heart jolting when I don’t find my phone.

I had it in the car . . .

“That fucker.”

Darcy and Derek snap their heads in my direction.

I wave my hand. “Not Emmy. Xavier. He stole my phone. She still has the vibrator in.”

The words haven’t even finished leaving my mouth when we hear a very feminine moan come from the bedroom.

I glare at Darcy. “Still happy we let him go in there on his own?”

Chapter 21

Emery

Cool air on my ass and heavy pressure on my calves barely register as I start to wake up. No, those sensations are overpowered by the relentless buzzing, pushing me toward another goddamn orgasm.

Holy fuck.

“No,” I whimper, rubbing my face into the sheets. “No, no, please, not again.”

The pleasure hurts. My pussy is swollen and hot and wet. So, fucking wet. My clit is fried, the nerve endings not knowing whether this is something they want or not. I have no idea what number orgasm I’m up to for the past twenty-four hours, but I don’t think I want this.

“Please, no. I can’t. It hurts.”

“That isn’t a safe word.” The voice is a quiet rumble, and I recognize it as Xavier’s. Or should I be thinking of him as Hunter? The pressure on my legs shifts, and then something thick is pressing in alongside the vibrator.

Fuck, is that his cock?

Wait, no. Those are fingers. Definitely more than one. Three, maybe?

I gasp. “Oh, shit.”

Xavier begins pumping his fingers in and out of me, his knuckles slamming into the skin between my pussy and ass, over and over. I try to flex my fingers and only just now realize that my hands are trapped against my lower back, Xavier’s other hand acting like a shackle.

I have to work to figure out what the fuck position my body is folded into.

In an attempt to get away from him, I wriggle my hips. Something soft shifts beneath me. A pillow.

Goddamn. This man has me face down, bent over doggy style, pillow beneath my hips, ass in the air, as he sits on my legs and pins my hands to my lower back while he punches his fingers in and out of my pussy.

And I am pretty sure I’m naked. How the fuck did he get my clothes off without me knowing?

His fingers jostle the vibrator, causing it to rock in and out and, by extension, move over my clit.

“Daddy, please,” I beg, dragging out thee, not entirely sure if I am begging for it to stop or for him to keep going.

I’m so wet that I can actually feel it spreading around my entrance and over his hand, the backs of my thighs becoming coated with every pump of his arm.

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