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Her hands fist in the cushions, her body arching toward us. “Please.”
I lean in, my mouth brushing her ear. “Please what, sweetheart?”
Her breath hitches. “More.”
Fuck. She’s perfect.
I slide my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth, watching the way her eyes widen as I taste her. Then I push to my feet.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom.”
Asher grins. “Good call.”
She barely has time to react before he’s lifting her, arms looping beneath her back and knees. A surprised little sound slips from her lips, but she doesn’t protest, just clings to him as he carries her through the apartment, her skin flushed, legs still trembling.
I follow, watching the way she buries her face in Asher’s neck, the way he murmurs something low against her temple.
By the time we reach the bedroom, she’s looking at me again, blue eyes dark, full of heat and something deeper—trust.
I step past them, heading straight for the nightstand. The moment the drawer opens, the scent of vanilla fills the air as I grab the bottle of lube.
When I turn back, Asher is lowering her onto the bed, his hands skimming down her sides, stroking over her hips.
She looks up at us, grinning breathlessly. “Hey.”
I click the cap open. “Hey, angel.”
The sound makes her tense for just a second, but Asher kisses her, keeping her calm. “We’ll take our time,” he murmurs against her lips. “We’ve got you.”
She exhales, nodding, relaxing again.
I kneel between her legs, pouring some of the lube onto my fingers, warming it up before pressing one against her tightest entrance. I start slow, circling, teasing, until she shifts against me, silently asking for more.
I push in just a little, watching the way she exhales, adjusting to the stretch. “That’s it,” I praise, my other hand finding her clit, stroking in lazy circles.
Her whole body jerks, a desperate moan spilling from her lips. “Oh, God?—”
Asher grins, nipping at her lower lip. “No, sweetheart. Just us.”
I add another finger, stretching her carefully, my movements steady and deliberate. She squirms between us, caught between the teasing pull of Asher’s kisses and the relentless pleasure I’m giving her.
“Ford—” Her voice is a wrecked little plea, nails dragging over Asher’s arms.
“Almost there, baby,” I murmur, working her open just a little more, watching her for any sign of discomfort. But all I see is need—deep, aching need.
When I finally slide my fingers free, she makes a soft, breathless sound, and Asher strokes her hair. I slick myself up, then guide her onto Asher’s lap, letting her take him first.
He groans as she sinks down, his hands gripping her hips. She exhales shakily, eyes fluttering shut as she adjusts.
“You okay?” he asks, voice rough.
She nods, rolling her hips experimentally. “Feels so good.”
I press a kiss to her shoulder. “You take him first, baby. Then me.”
She shudders at the promise. I sit back, stroking a hand up her spine, watching her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
