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My clit is still tender and in desperate need of attention. Every flick brings me closer to the edge, my gaze remaining locked on his face. I lose myself in the dark forests of his eyes, I lose myself inhim—completely and without a shred of remorse—as he fucks me hard and deep.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out, clenching tighter and tighter.

“Come all over my cock, Elise.”

“I’m almost… oh, God, almost there…”

The more I say, the harder he goes. My breasts bounce as a layer of salty sweat trickles between us. My eyes roll back as he kisses me mercilessly, and I shudder, falling apart and coming all over him. I feel my juices bursting as he hammers into me with an animalistic force.

“Yes!” I moan, my body trembling and quaking beneath him.

“Fuck,” he manages as he explodes deep inside of me. I feel his cock pulsating, his hot seed spurting into me.

Sheer bliss.

Complete abandonment.

And probably a big mistake.

I’ll worry about it tomorrow. There’s no wavelength left to consider the consequences now.

He collapses on top of me, lazily kissing my cheek. He doesn’t pull out, though. I don’t mind; I like feeling him inside of me.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers in my ear, then nibbles on the lobe.

I run my fingers down his chiseled back, letting my nails playfully scratch him. It’s enough to get his engine rumbling again.

“Good, ’cause I want more,” I reply.

10

Roman

It’s been two weeks since Elise entered our lives, and everything already feels different.

Even the coffee tastes better.

I have yet to have the honor to get close enough to her to be able to walk around with a smile like James is sporting. Part of me is jealous, but then there’s another part that insists on being cautious. I don’t want to count on the best-case scenario coming to fruition, no matter how badly we all want it.

“You’re a changed man,” Oliver remarks.

James adds sugar to his coffee, his smile widening as he looks up at us. “I guess you could say that.”

“Elise seems different, too,” I note.

“I hope you mean that in a good way.”

“I think you both needed whatever happened the other night,” Oliver replies.

“She’s warming up to all of us,” James says. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“Not everyone understands the way we live, the way we love. Few women are bold and curious enough to rise to the challenge,” I point out. “The last one had a different agenda, if you both remember.”

“She’s not Shauna,” James shakes his head. “Let’s not go there.”

Oliver offers a sympathetic shrug. “We should still be mindful.”

“We are. I know I certainly am. But I’m also confident that there’s no comparison. Elise is different in so many ways.” James says as he checks his watch. “Tori should be here soon.”

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