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“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back.” I honestly think I’m only confessing it now because if we survive this experience with Nicole, it’ll be a miracle. And I don’t believe in miracles. If I can tell him how I feel, deep down in my soul, at least once, then he’ll know what he means to me when this gets messy and blows up in our faces.

Landon’s mouth parts as if he’s about to say something, but I kiss him instead. I don’t want him feeling obligated to respond, and I think we’re all confused right now. His mouth is soft and full against mine. He smells incredible. Running my hand up the back of his head, I grab a handful of his hair and tug it. He groans against me and pulls back.

Our gazes lock, and there’s a lot of heat between us again.

Being with Landon is the easiest thing in the world. Loving him is next level, and I will never let him go. If we fall apart, I’ll do whatever I can to put us back together, even if it’s in pieces. Instead of saying those things, however, I focus on the physical side and play the role he loves me in.

“I’m going to take a shower with our Duchess,” I say. “And you’re going to watch us.”

He nods and we make our way into the bathroom where Nicole’s already in the shower. The water’s so hot, the place looks like a steamy sauna.

The glass shower door gives us a spectacular show of her arcing back to rinse her hair.

“Want company?”

She doesn’t hesitate to respond with, “Yes.”

I strip out of my clothes and step into the shower with her.

She looks up at me with big doe eyes. “Is Landon joining us too?”

“No.” I flash Nicole a killer smile. “Payback’s a bitch.” Kissing her gently, working my way into a more dominating one, I love how she submits so easily. I spin Nicole around, smashing her tits against the glass door to give Landon a phenomenal view. “Spread your legs for me, Duchess.”

There’s no need to make sure Landon’s watching. He wouldn’t miss a show like this for anything.

I work her over, touching, kissing, and devouring every inch of her sweet skin. I hate that she’s lost so much weight, but that doesn’t make her any less attractive. I don’t think this woman knows how to be anything other than stunning.

Instead of giving her an orgasm, I edge her until she’s whimpering.

Then I shut the water off.

“You want to come so badly, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers. Her eyes are closed, face pressed against the glass wall like it’s holding her up. “I don’t want to be me anymore.”

My breath catches. “What’s wrong with being you?”

Nicole slowly opens her eyes, and I watch her mask slide into place. “I’m cold.”

“Here.” Landon rips the shower door open and wraps her in a towel. “I’ve got you.”

As he drapes her in fluffy terrycloth, I hold her gaze. I don’t like the look in her eyes. It’s not sultry, it’s sad.

Silence blankets us while Landon dries her off. “I can do this myself,” she snaps at him.

He hesitates and almost backs off, but shakes his head instead. “You aren’t doing anything unless we tell you to, Duchess.”

Atta boy.

I read her facial expression, calculating my next move.

When she’s Nicole, she’s short tempered and frustrated. When she’s our Duchess, she’s… something else.

“I don’t want to be me anymore,”she’d said in the shower.

Nicole is a loud, bold, snarky, fearless woman who has carried the weight of everyone’s expectations on her shoulders. Her job is demanding and exhausting. Her family holds her to near-impossible expectations. Her circle of friends is miniscule and two-faced.

Duchess is quiet and does what she’s told. Her submission isn’t just a gift, it’s an entirely unique existence. Her smile in that sex shop wastoo genuine to be an act. And the way her demeanor shifts just hearing us call her that honorific is interesting. We barely scratched the surface of this dynamic last time, and I’m suddenly determined to see how deep we can go with it.

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