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Why in the world would I not enjoy this?

I may never get the chance to do this again.

The thought brings me back to reality really quick.

All fuzzy good vibes leave as I pull back to look up at him. “You’re so handsome,” I tell him.

He reaches down to cup my cheek. “And you are quite gorgeous, Princess. But there’s someone else who needs our praise as well. Our brat is getting a bit jealous you haven’t turned his way yet.”

The spin I do is comedic. I probably resemble a cartoon character with how my jaw drops and my eyes widen as well.

Monty’s naked form is an all-you-can-eat dessert bar for my eyes. Delicious andoh, so badfor me because now I never want to see him in clothes again. I would do just about anything to always keep him this way.

I would say the same for Skye, but I really can appreciate his suit.

Ok, and if I think about it, Monty in his uniform is pretty hot too.

Shit.

Maybe there can be some balance to this. I’ll just need to take a mental snapshot of this to keep on hand for every single future sexual interaction I ever have. There is no way I’ll ever top this.

Not even my naughtiest fantasies compare to what having these two men surrounding me is in reality.

“Isn’t he handsome, Princess? Don’t you just want to trail your tongue over every part of him?”

I nod rapidly at Skye’s question. My hands have a mind of their own, reaching out and trailing over said body. He’s hard, the muscle meeting the pressure of my fingers in a way that proves he’s built them with hard work.

Giving into the temptation, I squeeze one of his pecs. When Monty laughs, I jump back and blush.

“Sorry,” I mumble as embarrassment washes over me.

I can’t believe I just squeezed him.

“It’s nothing to be upset over, Princess. I’ve never had anyone do that to me. Feels kind of nice actually.” Monty grabs my hands, pulling them back to his chest to mimic the move I just did.

Squeezing him this time is a treat. Because I know what I’m doing is different but not wrong.

I giggle, then bury my face between them. It’s far softer than I’d imagined, though I’m not complaining. I hear the two men around me chuckling at my actions. I’m too far gone to care.

This is the happiest and horniest I’ve ever been. Who knew it’d be such a winning combo?

CHAPTER 11

SKYE

Watching Danny lose himself to his desires is fascinating. My sweet princess doesn’t quite know what he wants more: To bury his face in our brat’s chest or to squeeze his pecs like a stress toy.

Thankfully, our brat finds it as amusing as I do. He doesn’t move to interrupt anything Danny does. In fact, his lowered lids tell me a different story. Maybe he likes what’s happening.

As I’m thinking it through, he bites his lip and groans softly. Our princess doesn’t notice, but I sure as fuck do.

Interesting.

I make a mental note to explore this more later. There isn’t enough time now to truly investigate how deep this new experience goes.

“Time for you to get clean, Princess.” I gently grasp the back of Danny’s neck to tug him away. His blissed-out expression is adorable. I shake my head at him, then instruct Monty to climb in the shower. We follow right behind him.

The next several minutes are a test on my patience. I convince them we need to get clean quickly as we’re guests at a party that’s still going on down the hall. At least, I hope it is. Things will be really fucking awkward if they’re not.

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