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“What doesjust bemean exactly?” My body coils so tight, it hurts to breathe. Everything this woman wants is exactly what I’ve fantasied about for nearly half my motherfucking life.

“I want to just be me. I don’t even know what that means yet, but I haven’t been me anywhere else except when I’m with you two.” Her hands fall to her sides and shoulders droop. “I want to wait at home for you and have dinner waiting at the table. I want to scrub my ownstupid toilets. I want to chase our babies around the house with nerf guns and read them bedtime stories.”

Landon clears his throat. “And… how does any of this make you a gold digger, exactly?”

“Because I’ll have earned none of it!” she says exasperatingly. “I’ll just be a kept woman.”

“A kept woman,” Landon repeats, his gaze slowly swinging to mine. “Do you hear this, Kerr?”

“Ugh!” Nicole stomps her foot. “I’m serious!”

My mind is fucking blown. “Why would we look down on you for this?”

“Because!” She tosses her hands up like we’re idiots who can’t understand.

Maybe we are.

“So, you’re saying you want us to take care of you?” I prowl closer to her.

“I’m saying I want—”

I smash my mouth to hers. Our girl’s fingers trace up my back and bury into my wet hair. Tongues dueling, I conquer her easily and love how she submits to me.

Spinning her around, I make her face Landon while I kiss her shoulder and neck, cupping her breasts roughly. She moans against me, leaning back and arching into my touch.

“You don’t earn the right to be taken care of by us.” Landon closes in like a tiger. “We earn the right to take care of you, Duchess.”

She groans when he puts his hands and mouth on her, too. We smother her together. Sandwich her. Worship and adore her.

He unties her robe while I pull it off her shoulders and let it fall to our feet.

“And we’d be the luckiest motherfuckers in the world if we got to come home to you every night.” Landon runs his hands through her hair, bringing her in for a kiss.

“And wake up to you every morning.” Tracing my hand down her back, I get on my knees.

“God. the thought of you carrying our babies…” Landon sinks to his knees too.

“Filling you with our cum and keeping you in bed for days at a time.” I bite her ass cheek playfully. “Watching you grow round with each pregnancy.”

“Fuuuuuck.” Landon places his hands over mine and we touch her together. Nicole’s so keyed up, she’s practically vibrating.

I think we just discovered a possible breeding kink between us.

“I won’t have any money,” she says in a rush. “I’ll be cut off if we do this.”

“What part of we have big bank accounts are you not listening to, Duchess?”

“But that’syourmoney. Not mine,” she claps back at Landon.

“Have we not made it crystal clear that we are into sharing?” I sink my hand between herthighs, finding her wet. “Money, pussy, cock, time, baths. We share it all.”

“You can spend every dime we make, sweetheart.” Landon looks up at her with this big fucking smile on his face. “And have anything else you want from us.”

“But…”

“Shut up,” he growls, just before burying his face in her pussy.

Nicole stumbles back, leaning into me for balance. I lift her slightly, giving my man better access to her. “And since we’re in a wish granting mood, tell us what else you want, baby.”

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