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I move my face closer, but still inches away. Her lips part. Our girl is desperate for a kiss. “I haven’t even kissed you yet, and you’re practically begging for me.”

She lets out a whimper. “That’s your pitch?”

I shake my head. “No. That’s why it’s going to be so fucking fantastic when we make you come over and over again…”

She gasps, then rocks harder. I take my sweet time touching her face, teasing her body.

Earlier, Hayes led with power in the chapel. Now, I’ll lead with seduction. I dip my face to her neck, lavishing open-mouthed kisses along her flushed skin as she trembles.

When I pull back, her eyes are closed. I cup her cheek. “Look at me.”

She complies, her blue eyes glassy with lust.

“Here’s my pitch. I bet we can make you come harder than you ever have before.”

I press a hot, slow, tease of a kiss to her soft lips, taking my time as I pull away, watching her reaction. Her sighs, her gasps.

A quick nod to my teammate and he tugs on those locks then comes in for a rough kiss of her lips, almost bruising.

But he breaks it quickly. “How does that sound, sweetheart?”

She blinks. Centers herself. Collects her thoughts. “I dare you.”

Challenge accepted.

19

THE SEX LOTTERY

Ivy

“I think I’ll take care of her next orgasm.” Stefan’s smooth, seductive tone floats over me like warm honey. “But I wouldn’t mind a little assistance.”

“I got you,” Hayes says to his friend, like a good teammate.

Pretty sure these men have already devised a script for me, and it looks like the next scene has Hayes by my side on the couch, shifting my hair to the side, exposing my neck.

A shiver runs down my back while the ache in my core intensifies.

Before I know it, Hayes is kissing my neck, Stefan is kissing my mouth, and I never knew kissing could be like this.

I’m like any woman. Hell, any person. I melt under a good kiss. If a man can’t kiss, he needs to be shown the door. Some men, though, kiss like they’ve been gifted with a secret, a precious knowledge they must protect, and it’s this—most orgasms start first with a kiss.

My skin tingles as Hayes brushes his lips along my shoulder. My stomach swoops as Stefan explores my mouth, his tongue flicking against the corner, his lips traveling along mine.

He murmurs as he goes, a deep, masculine sound that thrums in my bones and makes me ache with need. I’m wriggling on his lap, hunting out more of the ridge of his thick cock, more of his mouth, more of this moment.

I never knew a kiss could be like this. It’s like I’m cocooned inside it, and with each passing second, any worries, any awkwardness dissolves.

Soon, I’m panting, moaning. Then, shuddering and closing my eyes as Stefan slides his big hands up my stomach, under the fabric of my cami, heading straight for my tits. When he cups them, he slides a thumb over my piercing. But he quickly tears himself away, and I snap my eyes open. “What is it?”

Stefan’s grin is wicked. “Hayes is a tits man. Since I’m a generous guy, I’m going to let him play with them first.”

“Okay,” I say, breathless.

“You’ll probably come when you touch these beauties,” Stefan says to Hayes, who growls against my neck, then bites down, nipping me like he can’t help it. Like the mention of my tits is just too much.

“You think so?” Hayes asks Stefan, with filthy excitement in his voice.

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