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“How else am I going to ensure you’re mine?” He presses in farther. “And give you my baby.”

This is completely reckless. Completely enticing. Am I losing my mind?

Adjusting his stance, he fills me with another inch. It’s already putting pressure on my clit as he stretches me. Sanity slips away.

Inch by inch, he pulses in and out of me, going farther every few thrusts. If this is how sex is supposed to feel, maybe I’m a virgin. Too late to discuss that. And too hard to explain my reasoning.

“Are you okay? You’re tighter than I expected you to be.”

“I’m okay.”

“I’ll give you a second.”

“That good?” Damian’s question draws my attention. I angle my head. His back remains against the door, but his eyes shift to mine as Hendrix responds with a groan. “Damn. I can’t wait to sink into you, love.” He runs with the nickname that for some reason sounds extra hot coming from a giant, mid-twenties piece of male perfection.

“I can’t wait either.”

But wow, Hendrix is a lot, and we haven’t even done anything.

I push against him. His cock twitches, and the strength of his fingers digging into my hips warns me we’re about to go for a wild ride.

His thrusts start slow and long. The dragging of his cock through me is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. A tinge of pain comes with the stretch, but it keeps my clit sensitive. Each movement drives me closer, creating a bigger buildup than I’ve been able to give myself.

And being watched. That’s part of the turn-on. Both of them want me, and only one gets me right now.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Why does that push me closer to orgasm? My walls tighten around his cock.

“We have a reservation system, and you’ll need to relinquish the room to the person who’s on the list.”

Is it adrenaline? The fear of not finishing? It’s the last straw. I thrust my ass against Hendrix, pushing myself into the orgasm, choking on every moan and cry that begs for release. My body shakes, and I take Hendrix with me.

I look over my shoulder in time to see Damian turn and hold the door handle, his eyes glued to the thrusts. “We had an urgent, very private matter with our client. We’re finishing up. We’ll pull out in a second.”

A chuckle whips through me.

“You need to leave now.” The jingle of keys in the lock makes a point.

Hendrix must have a hell of a lot of trust in Damian. He adjusts his thrusts to keep our skin from slapping as his hot cum streams into me, drips down my legs, and fills the room with his musky scent.

Damian earns my respect. The man on the other side of the door grumbles something.

“We better get you home.” Hendrix uses his pocket square to wipe my legs, and Damian repositions his hands, offering his handkerchief before putting both hands back on the door. I notice he’s still holding my panties. I’ve never had someone hold my underwear with such intensity.

“Okay, but I need my panties back.”

Damian drags them under his nose before returning them. “You only get them back because I don’t want you bare in front of other men.”

Hendrix pulls his clothes back on.

I grab the cum-soiled pocket squares and stuff them in my purse. Nothing we can do about the smell.

Three

Damianunlocksthedoorand steps out first. Hendrix guides me with his hand on the small of my back, keeping me close behind my other boyfriend.

“Now that we’re intimately involved with your case, we’ll need some time to go over the evidence, then we’ll need to meet again.” Hendrix confuses me at first, then I catch on that his words are for the three people eagerly waiting for us to clear out of the room.

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