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“Okay,” Parker said. “You take her, Trig, but be gentle, okay.”

“I’m always gentle.”

“That could be up for dispute.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

The next thing Clarice knew, she’d been swung into the air and her face was nestled into the crook of Trig’s thick neck. He smelled of fresh sweat and the dark scent that was unique to him.

“I’ve got you,” he said, holding her close. “You’ll be just fine.”

She took a deep breath and was aware of him walking across the apartment.

By the time he’d gone through his bedroom to the en suite, she’d opened her eyes and was more aware. Her heart was still clattering, though, her ass cheeks smarted, and she was damp, practically dripping between her legs.

“Can you stand?”

“I think so.” She paused. “I’ll try.”

He set her feet on the floor beside the sink and kept a firm hold of her while she found her balance. For a moment, she stared at her wobbling reflection, her eyes regaining focus.

With her hair a crazy mess, cheeks flushed, and her breasts squashed beneath Trig’s embrace, she looked well and truly fucked.

“You okay?” He studied her intently.

“Yes.”

“Got your breath back?”

“Nearly.”

“Can you stand?”

She held the sink and tested her balance. “Yes. I’ll be okay.”

“Good. I’ll give you a minute of privacy, but I’ll be right outside. Yell if you need me.”

“Thank you.”

Gingerly, he released her, testing her ability to stay upright and ready to catch her should she crumple.

“I’m okay. Really.”

“Call me if you feel dizzy or anything.” He left the room.

She let go of the sink and used the toilet. After that, she flicked on the shower and held the towel rail as she waited for the water to warm. Smoothing her hand over her ass cheeks, she winced. She was sore from her spanking. Not following Trig’s instructions had been a mistake…or had it? What had come afterward, with Hugh and Parker joining in, had been one of the most incredibly erotic experiences of her life. She’d learned new things about her body—she could have multiple forced orgasms and she did trust her men to take her to places she’d never been before. Gaining that new knowledge had not been a mistake.

She stepped into the shower and held her face to the water. It rained over her breasts, abdomen, and seeped between her legs. A delicious warm stream of freshness.

“Want company?”

Trig’s question had been rhetorical because he was crowding into the shower cubicle with her, his thick muscles and wide shoulders filling the space.

She was glad of him and leaned back so his chest was on her shoulders.

“I’ll help you,” he said, lathering his palms with shower gel.

“Thank you.”

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