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It was a reasonable enough suggestion. Had she been making it a woman who didn’t know she was in a sordid relationship with him, who hadn’t engaged in a threesome with them both at the start of the new year, it might not have received any scrutiny.

Avril’s gaze narrowed knowingly, but there was also amusement in her expression. Liam felt like he understood as well.

Someonehad to be first. No matter how idyllic and secluded this island was, it still followed the world’s rules. Only one of them could be thefirstwoman he fucked in Fiji. Even if more group sex came about on the trip, that was still technically the truth.

Liam wasn’t entirely certain about how he leaned. Avril had planned and paid for this trip; they were only here because of her.Hewas only with Tess because of her. And Anna. And in a way, due to the courage she’d helped him build, Victoria. Without her strong influence on his personality, could he have said or done half the things he had with the buxom professor? Almost certainly not.

So, if she wanted to be first, she probably had the right.

Yet, Tesswasthe first. The first woman he’d loved, and really, without her permission and willingness to let him be romantically involved with the other women, he wouldn’t be in a situation where there evenwasa question of who was first. She obviously had the right to stake her claim.

He owed these two women so much. He loved them both and hoped what Tess was doing right now wouldn’t lead to a dispute.

“Sure, I’ll allow it,” Avril said.

Liam almost breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’ll make sure to bring back only the classiest liquor for our classy group, too,” Avril said. “And stall Anna and Victoria a little bit. But try and be quick, love birds.” She cast a cunning eye toward him. “This’ll probably help you when sleeping next to Victoria tonight. You won’t be as likely to get all stiff and restless.”

He rolled his eyes. Given his and Victoria’s unspecified relationship status, it was the safest response.

“Thank you, Avril,” Tess said, and she clearly meant it.

“You can thank me by supporting my suggestion for our card game,” the ever-scheming redhead said. “Liam, maybe youshouldn’tdrink too much. We need you to still be good enough to win more rounds than you lose.”

“I’ll stay sober,” he promised dryly, which was apparently what he’d be staying tonight. Not that it mattered much to him. The memories he was chasing ought to be as clear and easily remembered as possible.

Chapter Eleven

Like Porcelain

There was, naturally, a problem with how little time Liam and Tess had to fuck. A few, in fact, but one that dominated their minds. Three other women would soon be back. Maybe they had ten minutes. Fifteen, if Avril really wrung out the seconds for them. That wasn’t a lot of time, not forgoodsex, anyway, which was the only kind Liam wanted to provide.

They couldn’t remove all their clothes because that meant wasting valuable seconds later to redress. They couldn’t gettoorough and rowdy because then it’d be obvious from Tess’s messy hair and their out-of-breath faces what had occurred. And they couldn’t spend nearly as much time as was preferred forforeplay, preparing Tess until she was wet enough for him to fit his cock inside of her.

Thankfully, these problems were not wholly without potential solutions. Not for someone who’d come prepared.

“Did—” Tess began to ask.

Liam nodded and grabbed her wrist. Together, they sprinted into the bure and immediately snapped to the right, feet carrying them toward the bathroom.

Among the endless benefits of making this trip on a private jet was the lack of in-depth luggage checks. No one other than him had opened his bag since this trip started. So, no one but Tess knew just how many varieties of massage oil and lube—the latter included at her suggestion, though he doubted she’d thought so far ahead as to have planned for this precise event—he’d shoved into his suitcase. Tomorrow, Victoria would benefit from all his diligent preparation. Before then, Tess would.

Throwing aside some of his socks, he uncovered the lube Tess had most strongly recommended. It was silicone-based, obviously safe for sex, and highly reviewed. It was about to get a tropical island stress test.

Before Liam could even open the cap, Tess thrust herself against him. Almost losing his grip on it as she kissed him, he barely hung on. Meanwhile, Tess began working on the problem of her clothes. Unbuttoning and unzipping her white shorts, she guided them toward the shower, where warm water could easily clean up any mess they made after the fact. Once their feet stood on its tiles, she impatiently waited for him to open the bottle, pour some of the clear lube onto his hands, then warm it up with his hands.

Then she was one grabbing the other’s wrist, guiding three of his fingers toward her sex. Liam responded with a throaty moan of excitement, which caused Tess’s eyes to glow radiantly.

This wasn’t the romantic lovemaking that Fiji was famous for. This wasn’t the soft, gentle lovemaking of two newlyweds, building, building, building, until gentle moans and a shared climax hugged them both. That would come later. Right now, carnal urges required—demanded—satiation.

“Fuck, I love how good you are with your hands,” Tess whispered, shivering as she kissed his neck.

Liam beamed with pride but stayed focused. First, the outer lips. Then the clit. Then, some light penetration. As he spread around the lube, she sighed gratefully.

“Make sure to get plenty on your cock.”

“I will,” he promised, pushing her against one of the shower walls. “Which way?”

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