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“He feels good,” Danny says in a broken tone.

Skye groans, his fingers tightening in my scalp.

"You don't know what those words do to me, Princess," he says. "Our brat is being so good and treating you so well."

I'm a panting mess on my knees fully dressed, buried in the lingerie-clad crotch of the man I thought I would never have a chance with. And now another holds my head steady and encourages this.

Does Skye want more with us? Is this even a possibility or a one-time thing? And I really, really need to know what Danny is thinking, because all this hinges on him. He's the missing piece between us.

Or maybe it's Skye.

Could he be the thing bringing us together for all of this?

Either way, I know that I'm not going to ruin my chances by questioning it now. My only focus is on bringing our princess pleasure.

I open my mouth and suck at the crown of his cock through the fabric. Danny wails, and his body shakes. I feel the pulsing of his cock, and I know he's just come.

I lap at him, wanting a taste but knowing that it would be too much to pull his underwear down right now and draw him into my mouth. He has to be sensitive after such an explosive release.

When his body starts to go slack, Skye holds him up. He tsks, saying, "You can rest later, but we need to get you cleaned up first."

When he looks down at me, his gaze is molten. I feel him tilt my head up, his grip on my hair firm.

“I need you to get undressed, Monty, and help our princess get cleaned up. I'm going to sit back here and supervise, because I believe you two need this time together. You are only to bathe him, understood? He's already come, and our princess will be sensitive.”

I nod as best I can with his grip on my head.

His fingers loosen, and he gently brushes them through my hair and down my neck, where he grips me firmly, leaning down. He kisses my forehead and whispers, "Good boy."

Two words, and everything clicks into focus.

This is where I'm supposed to be. This is who I’m supposed to be with.

Now I just have to figure out what in the world comes after we leave this party.

CHAPTER 10

DANNY

Ishiver at the intensity in Monty’s eyes as he rises to his full height. He towers over me, albeit not as much as Skye. Where the man leaning against the wall is all lean and soft looking, Monty is built to withstand… well, anything.

For years, I’ve watched him play football as if every second counts. He leaves his blood, sweat, and tears on the field.

Knowing the passion in his work, I see the parallels to his personal life.

Because yeah.He’s giving me everything I could possibly want. His attention. His passion. His honesty.

The last time we were together, I made an assumption about his reaction to me. I think I let other bad experiences color the moment with him.

His next words prove me right.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” Monty tugs at the lace covering my lower half. “The first time I saw you in something like this, I nearly choked on my tongue. I’d never seen something so precious in all my life.”

I shake my head. “But you…”

“Not my finest moment. I can admit as much. I tried to make up for it by sending you those gift cards. Did you get them?”

“Yeah, definitely not a good moment,” I agree softly. “I thought you hated what you saw.” It takes me a second, but then the rest of his words catch up to me. “You sent those gift cards?! They were worth THOUSANDS! I thought it was a mistake and planned to send them back.”

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