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Chloé scoffed. “I’m not sure it works that way.”

“No?” Ethan pushed his fingers further down and hummed when he found her wet and wanting. “Who’s going to stop me?” He glanced around. “Certainly not Zayne. He already has his hand on his cock. Not that he’s going to get lucky anytime soon. He owes me.”

“Motherfucker…” Chloé heard from behind, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off the man now teasing her.

“And you…” Ethan pushed a finger up against the soft cotton of her thong, pushing it a little inside her, causing a gasp to leave her throat as she dug her nails into his forearm. “You’re too turned on to stop. The only thing that’s making you pause is the thought of someone seeing us.”

That was exactly it. If they were anywhere other than on a balcony in the city, she’d be pulling her shorts off and straddling him in a heartbeat.

But theywereon a balcony. Theywerein the city. And knowing anyone could look out and see made her—

“Youhold the control here, Chloé. If you want us to stop, we stop.”

—nervous.

She couldn’t deny that she liked people watching her—them—and if she was being honest, she didn’t want to stop. She’d always enjoyed being the center of attention, likely a by-product of being spoiled rotten as a child, and that propensity had rolled over into several different aspects of her life. From school, to work, to relationships, and now to her sex life.

That had never been more apparent than on their trip to Paris. Their time atLe Bureauhad opened her eyes to many sides of herself, and the biggest one was that she was an exhibitionist.

She got off to people watching her. But exploring that in a sex club versus a balcony, where anyone could see, were very different scenarios.

“Chloé.”

She looked down to see Ethan’s eyes locked on hers.

“I can feel your body pulsing around my finger. Do you want this?”

“I… Yes.” She nodded. “But what if someone sees?”

“Then they’re very lucky.” He licked at his lips, and Chloé wanted nothing more than to feel them all over her. “Now, take off your shorts and this cute little thong.”

He pulled his finger free and sucked it into his mouth. A groan rumbled out of him, and Chloé swallowed. The loose lounge shirt she wore with the shorts would barely cover her ass, but she wasn’t about to stop now.

She wanted this.

She wantedhim.

And he was offering himself up for her to take.

She glanced at the windows looming in the distance, then took in a breath and hooked her fingers into the edge of her shorts and thong. As she inched them over her hips and down her legs, Ethan let out a growl.

“You have gorgeous legs.” He winked at her. “They’re even more so when naked and about to be spread apart for me.”

Chloé’s core throbbed at the sinful look he aimed at her as she stepped out of her shorts and thong.

“Give that to Zayne, would you? Let him smell just how aroused you are. Make his dick ache for you.”

She scooped up the thong and turned to where Zayne was lounged back on his seat, legs spread, hand shoved down his jeans. His erection was visible as he worked the hard-on beneath the denim, and when she got closer and he reached for the shorts, she watched as he brought them up to his nose and inhaled.

Damn. That wassosexy she reached for the hem of her shirt and curled her fingers around it for something to do with her hands.

Zayne’s eyes flashed fire.

“Let me see.” His voice was gruff, but his demand clear, as his eyes shifted to the juncture of her thighs that the shirt barely covered.

Chloé licked at her lower lip as she drew it up, revealing herself, and Zayne’s nostrils flared.

“Yesss. Now touch yourself.”

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