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Her eyes drop down to my pants, where my cock is still semi-erect. “You want me to get dressed?”

I take her in, from her flushed skin, to her darkened nipples, to her messy hair. “No, I definitely don’t want you to get dressed, but I don’t want you to regret how late you stayed out.”

“What time is it?” she asks.

When I tell her, she jumps up and grabs her clothes. “Oh, shit!”

“If you turn into a pumpkin, we’ll roll you home,” Wyatt calls after her, chuckling.

Both of us enjoy the sight of her ass as she hurries out of the room.

CHAPTER28

STELLA

Three days have passed, and I haven’t even begun to get over what happened at the men’s house.

They may be playfully immature in many ways, but they sure have some advanced grown-man skills when it comes to knowing how to please a woman. I still can’t believe they set aside their own gratification to fully focus on my pleasure. In my limited experience, and from much of what I’ve heard other women say, men don’t operate that way.

I also appreciate that the night didn’t progress to full-on intercourse, though as comfortable as they made me feel with what we did, I was actually ready to do more, and I continue to be shocked when I think about how far I might have gone with them.

I feel a lot like a virgin again, just like Ana said, and I’ve also had a lot of insecurities about my body ever since giving birth. There are stretch marks, and things don’t look like they used to, but Cam and Wyatt made me feel like I was beautiful and perfect. I’m amazed at how comfortable they made me feel.

And the things they did!

My one night with Jessie’s dad years ago was so disappointing. I was young and naive enough to be excited that it was happening at the time, but in hindsight, I came to realize how lame of an experience it actually was.

There was virtually no foreplay on Brandon’s part, and it was all over so quickly. Afterward, he asked me if I came, and I couldn’t understand how he didn’t know that I hadn’t.

Now, after last night, I have an entirely new perspective on things–if I can ever fully wrap my mind around what happened.

If I thought kissing Cam and Wyatt was distracting, it was nothing compared to them giving me multiple orgasms. I’m pretty sure I’m still glowing, and my skin heats every time I think about it, which is nearly all the time.

Somehow though, despite my head being in the clouds—or rather, over the back fence and in my neighbors’ living room—I manage to carry on with my everyday activities, doing my work and taking care of Jessie.

The carpool line at the school is a lot less monotonous with x-rated daydreams running through my head. Just before I reach the curb, I shove all the wonderfully dirty thoughts aside.

“Hi, sweetie. How was school today?”

“Hi, Mommy. It was good. Do we have to stop anywhere?”

“Nope, we’re headed home. I stopped at the store before I picked you up.” As soon as Jessie gets herself strapped in, I pull away and head out.

At home, Jessie gives Goldfish a treat while I prepare a snack for her. After she eats, I send her outside to burn off some energy before she does her homework. While she plays on the swingset, I get back to work.

There’s an email from my manager that apparently came in just after I logged off earlier. It’s an invitation to attend a celebratory event at the corporate office today at five. In her message, she apologizes for the last-minute notice, and says the event isn’t mandatory, but that it would be nice to see me there.

I’ve only been to the office a couple of times, and this would be a great opportunity to foster relationships with people there, so I’m frustrated, because the timing is impossible. I hope to eventually move up the corporate ladder, and making my presence known would definitely help, but I can’t leave Jessie alone, and I can’t take her there with me, no matter how understanding my bosses are. Marissa won’t be home for at least another hour.

I’m resigned to missing the event and composing an email to send my regrets, when, through an open window, I hear Jessie squealing with laughter and G barking excitedly.

My neighbors’ heads appear over the fence. Cam and Wyatt are tossing a ball into the yard and Jessie’s tossing it back.

My stomach flutters with excitement, but I remind myself to tamp that down. My desire for those men cannot exist in the same realm as my daughter.

I can’t look away though, and while I thought at first that Jessie was returning a ball they might have accidentally thrown over the fence, the three of them are continuing to toss it back and forth. They’re playing a game. Goldfish is playing too, running after the ball anytime Jessie doesn’t catch it.

I force myself back to the screen, and am about to continue my message when I get an idea. Since the men are already playing with Jessie, could they possibly watch her while I run to the office?

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