Page 51 of Chloé

Chloé laughed a little harder as he wrapped his arms around her and began to draw the sheet up from their feet. As the soft material floated over the back of her calves, thighs, and finally her bare ass, she gasped, and Ethan looked to Zayne, who was gloriously naked beside them.

“How do you think we should punish her for such a lie, Zayne?”

Zayne eyed her bare behind and scooted in closer. “I can think of a few things.” He smoothed his palm over her right cheek, and Chloé moaned and arched up into it.

Ethan’s lips crooked as he tightened his hold on the bunched-up sheet at her waist, and she couldn’t help but rub herself over the erection pressing against her bare mound.

“This is a punishment, gorgeous. Not time to get yourself off.”

Chloé aimed a mischievous grin down at him. “So should I apologize?”

“You could… But that’s not going to help you.” His eyes shifted past her shoulder. “Zayne?”

A sharp, stinging smack to her behind had Chloé’s breath catching and her head whipping around.

“Ouch.”

Zayne rubbed his hand over her tingling skin. “Aw, that was just a little love tap.”

“Lovetap? I’m going to have an imprint of your hand on my—”

Smack.

Chloé’s hips automatically jerked forward, Ethan thrust up, and the delicious friction from his hard-on against her made her moan.

“Again,” Ethan said, and this time Chloé braced her hands on either side of his head just as Zayne’s hand landed.

The quick smack had not only her ass tingling but her clit too, and despite what Ethan had said, she began to rock on top of him. She knew he’d probably tell her to stop at any moment, but she didn’t care. She was in it now, and it felt too good to stop. So when he said nothing, she took that as a sign that she could keep going.

She curled her fingers around the pillow under his head, and a second later—smack.

“Ah.” Her bare cheeks felt hot and tender now as she continued on her quest for climax, and when she felt Zayne move up behind her and grind his cock over the crack of her ass, Ethan smirked.

“Now what are you going to do, gorgeous? I believe you are what they call caught between a rock and a hard place.”

Chloé shoved back, brushing her ass up against Zayne. “Do I have permission to come?”

“If you didn’t”—Ethan removed his hands from her back and pulled her hips closer—“I would’ve stopped you by now.”

Yes, he would’ve.

Chloé’s breasts pressed up against Ethan’s chest as Zayne moved down over her and wrapped his big hands around the gold bracelets surrounding her wrists. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of being trapped between the two of them as Ethan slid his hands over her hips to Zayne’s, holding them both in place.

“Go on, then—make yourself come.”

Not needing any more permission, Chloé began to grind herself between the two hard cocks wedged up against her, and the friction felt amazing. Zayne’s mouth was on her shoulder, kissing and sucking the skin there, as Ethan watched on. His heavy-lidded gaze and the sticky pre-cum coating her clit and thighs mixed with her own arousal as Zayne painted her backside, and right there in the light of the morning they woke each other up in much the same way they’d all said good night.

Tangled up in one another, as they fell over the edge of the cliff and into oblivion.

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“HOW MANY TIMES do I have to tell you, Red? You can’t just leave your clothes all over the property.” Zayne bent down and picked up Chloé’s thong, twirling it around his finger. “You never know who might stop by.”

Chloé grabbed the lace off him and poked her tongue out. She looked absolutely adorable walking across the grounds in nothing but Ethan’s shirt from yesterday.

“You can blame him for that.” She pointed an accusatory finger in Ethan’s direction. “He made me do it.”

“I didn’t make you do anything.” Ethan caught her around the waist and kissed her pouty lips. “I merely asked you to strip, and you did.”

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