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His eyes were molten as he stroked himself, the head of his cock flushed, slick, needy.

“Finish me,” he demanded, voice rough.

Still dazed, I reached for him, my fingers curling around his thick length as I leaned in, licking a slow, teasing circle around the tip before taking him into my mouth once more.

Ethan’s hands were on me again, sliding over my sensitive skin, his lips and teeth marking my neck, my breasts. The curves of my body still trembled from release.

“That's it, gorgeous,” he whispered. “So fucking beautiful when you're like this.”

Mason’s hips snapped forward, his head tipping back as he groaned deep in his throat. “Fuck, Aurora.”

With a shudder, he came, his hands tangling in my hair as I swallowed every drop, savoring the way he trembled beneath my touch.

I barely had time to catch my breath before Ethan was pulling me onto his lap, his cock hard and ready, pressing against my slick folds.

His lips captured mine in a deep, desperate kiss before he murmured against my mouth, “My turn.”

And just like that, the fire started all over again.

It didn’t feel like tonight was going to end. And I sure as hell didn’t want it to.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Ethan

I woke up feeling different.Not just in my body—though damn, I still felt the echoes of last night—but in my head, my chest.

Like something had shifted, something big.

I stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying everything.

The way Aurora had looked at me. At Owen. At Mason.

Like shesawus, really saw us, and somehow, it had all made sense.

This had never happened before.

Not for me. Not for us.

But it wasn’t impossible, right?

Other people made this work. Maybe we could, too.

The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying.

I pushed the covers back and sat up before I could start overthinking it.

If I let myself analyze this too much, I’d talk myself in circles, and I didn’t need that right now.

What Ididneed was something simple. Something grounding.

Breakfast.

So I pulled on some jeans, grabbed my keys, and headed to Sweet Maple Bakery.

The second I walked in, the warm scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapped around me.

This place was comfort. The kind of thing that made you feel like everything was fine, even when your entire world was tilting on its axis.

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