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For the first time since this had started, Chloé’s lips curved and she almost broke scene, but at the last second, she seemed to regroup.

“Don’t be vulgar.”

“Vulgar?” Ethan dropped his hand, then he reached for Chloé’s elbow and tugged her off Zayne’s lap. “My mistake—I thought you were quite fond of riding astride a thick prick.”

“Don’t be disgusting,” she said.

As her gown fell back down around her ankles, he spun her around to face Zayne.

Christ, the man was sexy, and sprawled back on the couch with his legs spread and his erection outlined under his tight, tanned breeches, he made Ethan’s mouth fucking water.

“But perhaps it depends on which cock you’re looking at.” Ethan narrowed his eyes on Zayne. “Get up.”

Playing every inch of the immoral seducer, Zayne licked along his lower lip and slowly got to his feet. The loose white shirt hung to his hips, and the wide neck offered a glimpse of his tattooed body.

Ethan was done with the foreplay. “Strip.”

“That wasn’t part of our—”

“Stripnowor I’ll tie you up outside and make you listen.”

Zayne’s eyes flared, then Lord Scoundrel reached for his shirt. Zayne pulled it off over his head and threw it on the couch, then he kicked off his boots and reached for the buttons of his breeches.

Chloé took in a shuddery breath as the first button popped free, and as he moved on to the second, third, and fourth, Ethan teased and tormented her nipples until a soft cry left her.

“Such wanton behavior—not that I’m surprised. I’ve always known that under all these gowns lay the heart of a little wildcat.”

Zayne hooked his thumbs in his breeches and shoved them to his feet, and as he kicked them aside and stood gloriously naked in front of them, Ethan was shocked he didn’t come all over Chloé’s gown.

He nodded to the end of the couch, where he’d placed a bottle of lube, and Zayne didn’t have to be told twice. He picked it up, poured some into his hand, then reached for his aching dick.

As he began to stroke, Ethan massaged Chloé’s breasts in time with Zayne’s hand, and her needy moans were the perfect accompaniment to thesnick, snick, snickof the lube.

“What about that cock?” Ethan said. “Isthatdisgusting?”

Chloé’s chest heaved as she watched Zayne masturbate a couple of feet away, and Ethan couldn’t help but grind himself up against her ass.

“I don’t hear you, Duchess. Is that cock—LordZayne’scock—disgusting to you?”

She shook her head, and Ethan nipped at her ear.

“What was that?”

“No,” she rushed out as he pinched one of her nipples. “I never saiditwas disgusting.”

Ethan spun her around then and yanked her up against him until her breasts were pressing against his chest.

“No, you saidIwas. Yet your body is weeping for me and your nipples are begging to be sucked.” He lowered his head and grazed his lips over the top of hers. “Tell me you don’t want my cock inside you.”

Chloé blinked, her breath hot as it entered his mouth, then she shocked the hell out of him.

“I don’t. I want you to put it inhim.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Zayne, and it took everything Ethan had not to break scene, butfuck, she’d just thrown him for a loop.

Naughty little Duchess…

“He owes you,” she said, and aimed her siren eyes up at him. “You wanted to know my secret. I want both of you, I always have, and I want it now.”

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