Page 108 of Hooked On Them

“Let me set this up.” I slid off the bed and grabbed the laptop.

I connected it to the television mounted on the wall opposite our bed, then positioned the laptop on the dresser with its camera facing us. The guys’ faces appeared on the large screen, giving us a much better view of them.

Miles had already shed his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt. Dominic had moved their laptop to the end of the bed and settled back against the headboard. Both were watching us with undisguised hunger.

I returned to Nora, and she reached for the hem of my shirt. “Too many clothes.”

I let her pull it over my head, enjoying the way her eyes traced over my chest. No matter how many times we did this, the look of appreciation in her eyes still gave me a rush.

She lifted her arms, allowing me to draw her shirt upward. I took my time, revealing inch by inch of her skin, savoring the moment when the fabric cleared her breasts, fuller now with pregnancy. The shirt joined mine on the floor.

“You’re beautiful.” And I meant every word. Her body had transformed over these months, curves softening, belly rounding with our child. There was something primal and awe-inspiring about it that never failed to stir something deep in my gut.

“Seconded,” Miles’s voice rumbled from the television.

Dominic made a sound of agreement, his eyes fixed on Nora with reverent intensity.

I kissed her again, deeper this time, one hand cradling her face while the other splayed over her belly. She sighed against my mouth, arms winding around my neck to pull me closer.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered against her lips.

Working my way down her body, I dropped kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and between her breasts. I took my time with each nipple, knowing how sensitive they’d become, using gentle licks and the barest scrape of teeth until her breathing quickened.

“Carter.” She threaded her fingers through my hair.

I smiled against her skin, continuing my journey downward, pausing to press my lips against the taut skin of her belly. Moving lower, I helped her wiggle out of her underwear, positioning myself between her thighs. “Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let them see how perfect you are.”

She complied, knees falling open. I glanced over my shoulder at the screen, catching the hungry looks on both men’s faces. They had both removed their shirts, and Dominic was down to his boxers already.

Turning back to Nora, I settled between her legs, starting with gentle kisses along her inner thighs, moving toward her center. The first broad stroke of my tongue drew a moan from her lips. I worked her slowly, methodically, alternating between long licks and focused attention on her clit.

Her hands found my hair, guiding me. I added a finger, sliding it inside her with ease, then a second, curving them upward to find the spot that made her hips buck.

“Fuck.” Her head fell back against the headboard.

“Show us.” Dominic’s voice was rough with arousal. “Show us how wet she is.”

I withdrew my fingers, glistening in the soft bedroom light, and held them up toward the camera. “See what you guys are missing?”

Miles groaned. “Damn.”

I returned my attention to Nora, now working my fingers in and out while my tongue circled her clit. Her thighs began to tremble, her breathing becoming more ragged.

“I think they need to see more.” I shifted position so the camera could get a better view and used my thumbs to part her folds. I couldn’t resist dipping back down, my tongue flicking against her exposed clit, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.

A glance at the screen showed both men had freed themselves from their remaining clothing, hands working in slow, measured strokes as they watched us.

The knowledge that they were getting off to this sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I returned to my task with renewed enthusiasm, working Nora with my fingers and tongue until she was writhing on the bed.

“Carter.” Her voice took on a desperate edge that I knew well. “Carter, please. I need more.”

I pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh before moving up her body. “What do you need?”

“You. Inside me. Now.”

I stood to remove my remaining clothes, painfully aware of my own arousal. Nora watched me, her eyes dark with want.

She shifted to position herself on all fours, facing the camera, and I moved behind her, one hand stroking down her spine while the other guided myself to her entrance. I pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust, watching her head drop forward with a low moan.

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