Page 36 of The Agreement

Yup, it was definitely weird, being on all fours, naked with all my saggy bits sagging even more, in front of other people.

Adam leaned his head in next to mine, until we were cheek to cheek. “I’m going to keep this simple. If you want me to stop, at any point, you tell me so. Just like that.”

I wasn’t so sheltered that I didn’t know what a safe word was, but I was grateful that tonight I didn’t have to remember to use one, on top of everything else. I couldn’t handle that.

Adam’s hand cracked across my fleshy skin. The slap was loud and the sting made me whimper.

“Do you want me to keep going?” Adam asked.

It hurt, but I liked it. “Yes.”

The next slap was on the other cheek, and it hurt just as much. The next couple were worse. But Then the sting lessened. A strange numbness set in. Adam paused every few strikes to glide his palm gently along the curve of my behind, which intensified my need. Increased the throbbing from my core. Made me wetter.

And then instead of withdrawing his hand for another slap, Adam slid between my legs. I gasped at the penetration when he slid inside me, and I was too wound up in all the sensations to do anything but drift toward his touch.

Deacon knelt next to me—I’d almost forgotten he was here—and cupped my breasts. He kneaded gently, then switched to rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I rocked between them, wrapped in bliss and floating in a kind of pleasure I’d never felt before.

Adam moved his other hand to my clit, and a new shock spilled over me. He teased and coaxed and nudged me into a climax that stole my thoughts and my breath and left my throat raw as Adam and Deacon eased their touches away.

Had I been screaming? I didn’t know. I didn’t care.Wow.

But there was something else I needed. As Deacon reached for me I said, “Wait.”

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I sworemy heart stopped when Brooke saidwait. This woman… I wanted to do so many things to her. With her.

I knew I had a light sadistic streak, and I’d learned long ago how to find outlets for it—learned that destruction was best when it was followed by healing. And Brooke whimpering but begging for more… I wanted to hear that, to feel that, again and again.

How Deacon was relegating himself tolessonswas beyond my comprehension.

But now she wanted us to wait.

“This is wonderful, but it’d be better if everyone was having orgasms,” Brooke said.

And now she was sexier.

“What do you want next, in that case?” Deacon knelt next to her and looked her in the eye. “I know it feels awkward at first, but I promise you the dirty talk is hot, and it doesn’t have to be flowery.I want you to fuck meworks great.”

Brooke shook her head. “I can’t say those words normally. How am I supposed to string them together to say that?”

I pulled her into me, my hand on her stomach and her back molding to my front. I pressed my still-slick fingers to her lips.

She didn’t hesitate to draw me in and suck herself from my fingers.

So. Good.

I trailed my lips up her neck. “Now you’ve got a dirty mouth. Might as well make the best of it.”

Her laugh was light and carefree, and it was almost a guarantee that delicious sound was going to make me hard every time I heard it after tonight.

“I want to taste you, Deacon. I want you in my mouth.” Brooke managed shy and direct in the same breath.

Deacon groaned afuck yes,and I didn’t blame him. He shifted his weight, not leaving the bed.

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