Page 66 of Irreversible

She slaps the wall, equally amused and frustrated. “Come on, throw me a bone here.”

My shoulders shake with laughter. “That’s the plan.” Instinctively, I look down to where I’m about to bust through my zipper. “To answer your question, it’smuchthicker than most. Above average in length, as well. I don’t think Chloe will be disappointed.”

“Chloe can handle that.”

“Oh, she’ll handle that all right. But she’ll have to take it slow first—if Nick decides to give her that option. It all depends on whether she keeps interrupting.”

“Maybe she’s doing it on purpose.” I can tell she’s grinning by the way the words pinch at the edges.

“Both Nick and I are aware of what she’s doing, and she’ll pay for that later. Right now, he stretches out so he’s hovering over her, his hips flush with hers, her legs spread wide. Lowering his mouth to her neck, he whispers, ‘You think you’ve earned this, sweetheart?’”

“She does,” she says on a breath.

“Nick bites down on the curve where her neck and shoulder meet, hard, thrusting his cock into that tight heat at the same time. He isn’t gentle, and she doesn’t want him to be.”

Her nails scratch down the wall slowly; I can imagine them doing the same to my back, and fuck, it’s almost enough to make me blow, hands free.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Fine,” she says on an audible exhale. “Does he make her orgasm?”

“Let’s just say he knows how to make her scream so hard she’ll forget her name,andhis. Multiple times.”

“That sounds…”

“Like what she’s been missing?”

A long pause, then, “Yeah.”

“He knows.”

I debate detailing the climax, wondering how ragged her breaths would get, how deeply she would flush, how her thighs would press together as she imagines Chloe getting thoroughly railed by Nick. But if I go too much further, I’m either going to be sitting here with my dick in my hand in front of the cameras, or I’m going to bed with blue balls.

And Everly…all I can think about is Roger watching, able to tell how turned on she is right now, and something about that doesn’t sit right. In fact, it kind of makes me want to rip his head off with my bare hands.

In the end, I let us both off the hook.

“When she wakes up in the morning, she’s alone. But just as she’s beginning to wonder if she dreamt the entire thing, she notices something sitting on her bedside table.”

“What is it?”

“A glass of cranberry juice. Just like she requested. No longer cold, though. Can Chloe live with room-temperature cranberry juice after being fucked so hard she passed out from exhaustion?”

“Yeah,” she says on an exhale. “I think she’ll be all right.”

I, on the other hand, am very close to not being all right. “Of course she will. Chloe’s a good girl.”

With my head resting on the other side of the wall where she sits, I feel my eyes wanting to close. There are so many morethings I’d do, if I could, but this will have to hold us. “You can relax now, Bee; it’s time to get some sleep.”

She hesitates but doesn’t argue. “Okay. Goodnight, Ni—Isaac.”

“Sweet dreams,” I tell her, not bothering to keep the suggestion out of my tone.

I roll over on the cot, fully prepared to dream about busting my way through this wall and finishing what Nick started.

Her voice carries over to me one last time:

“See you soon.”

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