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Jessy’s thighs are spread wide, inviting me to lick her core, and what am I doing? Lying on the carpeted floor in croissant form while Mac is lying next to her in eclair form.

Shift back, shift back, shift back,I repeat over and over again as Jessy moans. I swore I’d make her moan like that, but I decided to be all talk and no action, so here I am.

Luckily, we share our fated mate with Bax, and he keeps her busy and wet. He slides a finger covered in cannoli filling past her tempting pink lips. Meanwhile, I’m tempted by her other set of lips.

The moment I shift back, I pounce. I don’t waste another second teasing her. I dive between her legs and suck her clit into my mouth.

Jessy’s hips fly off the couch. She lets out a cry that’s muffled by Bax’s finger, followed by whimper after whimper as I lick and suck.

Fuck, I love hearing those sounds coming from my mate, but I need more. I want to make her come.

I lick my index and middle finger, making sure to get any stray icing, before I slide them inside her. I start to fuck her with my fingers the way I wish I was doing with my cock.

Jessy gasps. She pumps her hips, urging me on, and cries out when I start teasing her clit with my tongue.

“Suck on this,” Bax says. It sounds so fucking dirty, but he offers her his fingers, which are covered in more cannoli filling.

Mac tugs on one of Jessy’s nipples while he licks the other, and our girl goes wild.

She arches into his touch. She moans around Bax’s fingers. And her hips start to tremble as she clenches around my fingers and starts to come.

Chapter 17

Jessy

IthinkIjustdied and went to heaven. No, I’m sure I have.

Because three of the hottest bakers I’ve ever met just gave me the best orgasm of my life.

I’m still trembling when Rune scoops me up in his arms and carries me into one of the bedrooms. He drops me in the middle of the king-sized bed and pulls down his pants.

Multiple tattoos wind down his thighs, but I can’t seem to look past his cock long enough to take in details. His erection stands long and proud against his hard, tattooed abs. His tip just reaches the croissant—I wonder if that was intentional.

He strokes himself, and just like that, I’m wet and ready again. Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve been ready since two seconds after I had that orgasm. How can I not be when I have three hot men—and their cocks—standing at attention for me?

Bax and Mac have pulled their pants off, too, and I’m shocked that they all want me. But you can’t argue with erections. Especially ones that rival the rolling pins in my bakery’s kitchen.

Mac slips on a condom and tosses two more on the nightstand. I stare at them for several long seconds.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he asks.

“Hell no. I’m hoping those condoms are a promise.”

Bax and Rune share matching grins, while Mac takes his place between my thighs. He positions his cock at my entrance and takes his time—I mean, really takes his time—sliding inside me. I dig my fingers into his buttocks and urge him on.

“I could make croquembouche faster, Mac.”

For a split second, I’m worried I’ve offended him, but he starts to laugh, and a cocky smirk tugs on his lips.

And then he slams inside me, hard and fast. I cry out and dig my fingernails into his back. “You’re huge!” I gasp.

He pauses, giving me a moment to adjust before sliding back out and slamming into me again. And he watches my face the entire time, like he’s feeding off my every reaction as I meet him thrust for thrust. The pleasure builds like dough expanding in an oven, and then I explode, Mac’s name on my lips.

Chapter 18

Jessy

“So,whathappensnext?”I ask as I lie, sated, in the middle of the king-sized bed.

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