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It was the most gentle tongue fucking I’d ever had and also the best. Max took great care to lick and flick his tongue, sucking and nipping with his teeth, sending flutters through me as my body responded in kind. As good as it all felt, it wasn’t enough to send me over the edge. My body was caught on a ledge between ultimate bliss and dizzying desire, afraid of crashing down to the bottom.

“You’re so wet, Holland. I can barely keep up with lapping your cream before you have more for me. You’re being such a good girl for letting me lick you. If I give you my fingers, will you keep being good and give me what I want?”

Holy shit, Max’s sweet praise was hot.

“What do you want, Max? I’ll give you anything. I just need more.”

“I want you to clench my fingers so tight, I’ll be worried they’ll be stuck inside you forever. I want you to gush all over my face so I’ll be smelling you for days. I want you to scream my name so loud, everyone on this floor will know who you belong to. I want to give you an orgasm so strong your whole body quakes until you’re begging me to fuck you hard with my cock. Can you give me that, sweetheart?”

My heart raced from his words as he turned it up a notch, my whole body on fire from desire. I’d never had words spoken to me that were so dirty yet so sweetly given, belying their promise. My pussy twitched, dripping my arousal down my legs like I’d never experienced. A tight ball inside me felt ready to unfurl, an unknown sensation primed to be unleashed.

All the pain and fear from the day were wiped away, and only Max and I were in this bubble of time and space. And there was no question or hesitation on my part—I’d give Max whatever the hell he wanted.

“Yes, Max. I will. Please,” I begged, my body moving as I took in deep lungfuls, searching for the more it desperately sought.

“Now!” Max demanded, plunging three fingers into me, sliding in with ease as I coated him. He curved them up, hitting my g-spot, as he sucked my clit, sending me careening over that ledge, no longer worried about falling to the bottom as I flew heavenward.

“Aaaahhhh, Max!” I screamed, my body doing everything he wanted. My walls clamped down on him, my entire body spasming. My orgasm crashed through me, his name hoarse on my lips as I coated his fingers, my cum drenching him.

Stars lit behind my eyes, my body alive in a way I’d never encountered. As I lay there on the counter panting for breath, I caught the briefest glimpses of blue eyes searing into me from the open door.

Grady.

The reluctant and evasive boss had watched, and from what I’d seen, he’d been hungry, barely containing himself from entering.

It looked like I’d scored the hot guy trifecta after all.

My eyes fluttered closed, my body completely sated as I fell into Max’s arms, trusting he’d keep me safe.

CHAPTER 22

MAX

I’d been staring at Holland all night, unable to take my eyes off her for a second while she slept. My feet were propped up on the end of the bed, my laptop in my lap as I leaned back in the lone chair in the room. Because it was made to resemble the Alamo, it was wooden, making it very hard. I’d long lost feeling in my butt hours ago, but not even that had deterred me from watching her.

Even the pull of research hadn’t taken my focus, despite my excuse to Grady and Quentin to do it instead of sleeping. The truth was, I was nervous. What if I closed my eyes and when I woke up, this was a dream?

She’d be gone, and this time we wouldn’t find her. Especially now that I knew who she was and what she could do. The three of them would vanish, never to be seen again. I had no doubt they could do it, and it wasn’t something I was willing to risk.

“If you’re going to keep staring at me like that, the least you could do is get me some coffee. The hotel stuff is shit, but it’s better than nothing,” she grumbled, lifting an eyelid at me.

I smiled, unable to stop myself. She made me so happy.

“Stop being so gorgeous, sweetheart, and I’ll stop staring.”

“Ugh,” she groaned, rolling over into Quentin’s hard body. “MF, Max is being gushy before coffee. Make him stop.”

Her hands roamed over his tattooed and bronze chest, a fluttering I never let myself explore, flaring to life. I watched as she grazed each muscle until her hand dipped under the cover. I couldn’t see what she was doing any longer, but I could take a wild guess. Quentin’s hips rocked up a second later, confirming it as he growled awake.

“Temptress, I see you’re living up to your name this morning. Not that I’m complaining.”

She hummed, rising on her side, and dropped her mouth to his as she stroked him beneath the covers. Lust and heat overwhelmed me as I watched, hypnotized by how their tongues stroked one another and wishing I could see what was happening below.

Q’s hand gripped her ass a second later, squeezing the thick globe before shoving his hand down the borrowed pair of boxers. As Holland squirmed and moaned, I had to move the laptop to the desk, my dick hardening at record speed.

My wish was granted a second later when Q hauled Holland onto him; the cover pushed down in the process. His cock sprang free, the thick member already leaking at the tip as Holland stroked it. Licking my lips, I felt my dick twitch against my leg as I watched.

Everything Quentin had said the other day raced through my head, and I wondered exactly where this would go. I hadn’t ever thought about my attraction before, much less how my body responded. But now that it had been broached, everything was hitting me at max capacity.

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