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Inside the floor-to-ceiling built-in cabinet were loads of shelves, some of them full of themed storage containers. In addition, there were hooks to hang accessories, like rope, chains and floggers. It was also well stocked with a variety of oils, lubes and other bondage items. He tried to think of everything so he’d be ready for any situation.

When he’d sat down to make a list, he thought he’d be having sex with a variety of guests. Boy was he wrong! He never expected to end up in a poly relationship—if this was where it was headed—with his high school sweetheart and his facilities manager.

He dug around the small container holding anal plugs and found one neither too small nor too big. He chose one large enough to help stretch him without a lot of discomfort.

However, it still wouldn’t be enough to make penetration easy. Ford would have to go slow, and he wouldn’t blame theman if he didn’t. Not after what Dylan did to him up in Heaven’s impact playroom.

After also snagging a container of his favorite lube, he returned to the bed, already sporting half of an erection.

Ford rose onto his elbows to get a clearer view, while Erin curled deeper into his side, only lifting her head high enough to turn her eyes Dylan’s way.

His insides quivered at the little show he was about to give them.

“Hurry up and lube that plug, then turn around and get it done, because I need a nap.” Ford added a warning, “And so will you.”

Dylan popped open the tub of Boy Butter and spread a generous amount over the latex butt plug. Once done, he turned until his ass faced the bed. He slowly bent over, wondering if the heat in his face meant he was blushing. He sure hoped not. That would make what he was about to do so much worse.

After taking a couple of calming breaths, he pulled one cheek to the side.

“That’s it, spread them wide. Don’t be shy, boss.”

He felt as far from a boss as he could get at the moment. Exposing his anus to his ex, as well as his employee, made his heart pound wildly.

He needed to get over any embarrassment or discomfort. If this threesome became a regular occurrence, they would end up seeing every inch of each other’s bodies, anyway. They would also see each other in very vulnerable positions, like right now. Beyond that, they would watch each other lose control mid-climax or during certain scenes, and most people’s “orgasm” face wasn’t very attractive. Unless it was fake, of course.

Throughout his thirty-five years, he’d never been shy about his body. That made it even more aggravating that he was currently doubting himself.

Using his opposite forearm—the one with the plug-occupied hand—he pushed on his other cheek, trying to spread himself open wide enough. A soft growl of frustration slipped from him when he failed.

In the past, he had held the heavily lubed plug steady, squatted over it before sitting down and driving it home. For the most part, that made insertion easy. But Ford had ordered him to bend over. Dylan couldn’t defy him. Not unless he wanted to be punished later for being disobedient.

He did not.

When trying to seat it again, the slippery plug almost escaped his fingers. They were close to watching it bounce on the floor and across the room. That would’ve beenhilarious.

He frowned.

“Darlin’, help him out,” Ford ordered next.

“By holding him open or inserting it, Sir?”

“I’ll let you choose.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He didn’t need to turn around or glance up in the mirror to know Erin had climbed off the bed and approached. He could feel her heat and pick up her scent. He also couldn’t miss her breathing since she wasn’t quite panting, but it was definitely accelerated.

After extracting the plug from his grip, Erin waited for Ford to direct her, even though she most likely knew what came next.

She was giving Ford the power.

“Your hands are now free, boss, so spread yourself wide. Don’t be shy. Darlin’, let him have another scoop of that butter first. He’ll need it.”

Digging his fingers into his own ass cheek, he again pulled one to the side as the container appeared within his vision. Taking a generous scoop, he worked it in his crack, over his hole—now pulsing along with his heartbeat—and even worked some inside.

“Work it in there good, boss.” Ford’s voice was thick. Dylan wouldn’t be surprised if the man was hard again already.

Dylan was on his way there, too, himself.

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