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Chloé’s eyes flew to the many buildings surrounding them, until—

“Red?” Her attention immediately came back to Zayne. “I said to touch yourself.”

She knew exactly what he was doing—testing her. If she didn’t want to continue, she could end this right now. Say no, or just refuse. But her whole body was on edge, and the cool breeze blowing was doing nothing to help calm her down. Not when it felt like flames were licking through her veins.

She slipped her hand down until her fingers brushed over her bare mound, and sucked in a breath.

Zayne slumped down in the seat, the hand in his jeans moving a little faster as he buried his nose in her thong.

“More,” he grunted as she teased and tickled above her clit, then she slid two fingers down to start rubbing.

“Ah.” She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut, her head falling back as she began to rock her hips forward against her fingers.

“Yeah, there you go, Red. Get yourself good and wet for Ethan. I can’t wait to watch you ride him.”

As Zayne’s words penetrated her lust-addled brain, two strong hands gripped her hips and began to walk her back.

Her eyes flew open, and Zayne tossed her thong on the seat beside him and pulled open his jeans. The next thing she knew, his cock was free of its confines and right there for all to see.

Ethan said from behind, “Spread your legs,petite fille. Let’s see if you’re ready for me.”

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THE COOL BREEZE up on the balcony felt fucking amazing against Zayne’s dick as he pulled it from his jeans and began to stroke.

Jesus Christ, Chloé was something to look at. Standing up here on the balcony, her shorts long gone, her white shirt billowing around her bare legs and her pussy glistening wet, waiting for them to dive in. Fantasy fucking material right there.

Ethan grabbed hold of her waist and walked her back. While Chloé had been stripping, and teasing herself for Zayne’s viewing pleasure, he hadn’t missed Ethan unzipping his pants and releasing his big, beautiful cock. He also hadn’t missed the fierce, hard strokes Ethan gave himself when Zayne took his own dick out for a little show and tell.

But he was ready to move on to the hands-on portion of the evening. Not that he’d be touching either of them anytime soon, judging by Ethan’s comment earlier. That didn’t, however, mean he wouldn’t enjoy the hell out of whatever Ethan had planned.

Zayne cast a quick glance around the buildings surrounding theirs. While Chloé had every reason to be nervous they might be caught, it was that very thought that made this even hotter for him.

What if someone did look out and see their girl riding Ethan like she was born to? It was none of their business. Not when they owned the place. So all he could think was:Enjoy the show, fuckers—I sure as hell will.

Ethan had scooted forward on the chair and Chloé was still facing Zayne, her legs now spread apart.

“Now,” Ethan said, in a voice that commanded every fiber of your being to obey. “I want you to watch Zayne stroke his cock for you, while I make sure you’re good and ready for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Chloé bit into her bottom lip as Zayne started long, slow pulls of his dick. When her breath hitched in a sexy little whimper, he knew Ethan’s fingers had just penetrated her.

“Oh yes. You’re soaking wet,petite fille.Even wetter than before. You’re going to take me just fine.”

“Yes, sir. I want that.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Out here? Where people might see?”

Chloé swallowed and nodded. “Yes, right here. I don’t care who sees.”

“Good.” Ethan shifted on the seat and trailed his hands down to the hem of her shirt, then inched it up her thighs, revealing a glimpse of her pussy.

Fuckin’ hell,Zayne thought.Watching this is gonna be the sweetest torture of all.

“Okay, we’re going to go nice and slow.” Ethan took hold of his cock and positioned it. “Sit down, beautiful.”

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