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“On your feet,” Ethan ordered him. Zayne stood tall in front of them and feverishly began to work his cock. Judging by the tic at his jaw, he was a hair trigger away from coming, permission or not.

Ethan did a quick sweep of the surrounding buildings. There were a few lights on here and there, but they’d been sure to keep theirs off. Zayne’s back provided a little protection, but they were definitely exposed to the night—something his two subs were getting off on in that moment.

Figuring Zayne had learned his lesson by now, Ethan decided it was time to bring this moment to its climax. He began to propel his hips up, then dug his fingers into Chloé’s hips and pulled her down on him.

She moaned as she moved in perfect time with him, riding him as hard as he was her. Zayne licked his lips, his dick leaking all over his hand as he watched Ethan fuck their girl only inches from him, and Chloé began to tremble.

Ethan could feel every pulse around his dick, and he knew it was now or never.

“Zayne…”

Zayne’s eyes shifted to his. They were close to black now, his expression bordering on savage. When Ethan gave a nod and flicked Chloé’s clit, a shout of pleasure was ripped from her throat, so loud that anyone watching would have no doubt what was happening under her pooled shirt.

Her sweet pussy tightened like a fist, and Ethan’s balls drew up tight. Just as he was about to explode, Zayne growled out a curse and hot jets of cum sprayed all over Chloé’s naked chest, dripping down onto her hard nipples.

The sight was so untamed, so fucking raw, that Ethan’s orgasm slammed into him hard. He let out a loud roar of satisfaction as he came deep inside their beautiful girl, and she cried out in ecstasy as her own climax hit.

It was the perfect end to her first night at their new home. A place where she could be whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and they would love her for it no matter what.

CHAPTERFOUR

Ethan drilling into a hole is something

I need to see more of in my life.

~ Zayne

“BONJOUR!” CHLOÉ CALLED out as she walked through JULIEN Saturday morning, then headed through to the kitchens and locker area.

It was just turning eleven, and after the last few days off, it was time for her to get back in the groove of things. Now that she’d finally moved and settled in her new place, she was ready to hit the ground running.

She stored her bag and quickly tied her hair up out of her face before starting her rounds. Since she was on opening duty today, she had a list of things to get through before her dad andpèrewould show up for service later.

A lot of people were under the impression that being the executive chef of the restaurant meant that you showed up an hour before opening, went straight to the kitchen, and started cooking. But that was not the case if you were on opening shift.

She had to make sure everyone who needed to be there was. Did the dishwasher show up? The line chefs, the sous chef? Then she needed to make sure there weren’t any last-minute changes needed on the menu, and that the bar was fully stocked.

Once that was all checked and under control, she’d make sure food was prepped, the meat was seasoned, and all the vegetable and poultry was washed. Her job was all about lists, checks, and balances, and when she was happy, she moved on to the next part of her day—problem solving.

It didn’t matter how many days, months, or years they’d all been working here—no day at a restaurant waseverthe same.

No day ever went smoothly, either.

“Chloé… Oh thank God.” Kayla, her sous chef, wiped her hands on her apron and rushed over.

“Uh oh. That sounds ominous.”

“Yeah.” Kayla grimaced. “The poultry order is running late.”

“How late?”

“Won’t be here until afternoon/evening.”

“Merde. That is not good.”

“I know.”

Chloé rubbed at her forehead, already thinking of what to do next. “How much do we have on hand?”

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