Page 89 of Chloé

Goddamn, Chloé was on fire, and if he didn’t stop touching her, she was going to consume him.

He let her go and stepped around her to walk over to Zayne. “You do this, your debt is paid in full.”

Zayne’s mouth twitched. “I don’t fuck men.”

Ethan ran his eyes down Zayne’s phenomenal body, then brought them back up to his equally stunning face.

“Good, because you’re not the one who is going to be fucking a man.”

Ethan glanced back at Chloé, who looked the very picture of debauchery. Her hair had fallen free in a cascade of curls around her shoulders, as she stood there in her elegant gown with her breasts on full display.

“You’ll be fucking the duchess.” He turned back to Zayne. “So? What’s it going to be?”

Zayne looked down to Ethan’s dick and nodded. “Deal.”

“I thought so.” Ethan grabbed hold of the plush blanket over the end of the sofa and spread out in front of the fire. “Lie down.”

Zayne moved to the blanket as Ethan held out his hand to Chloé. She walked to him, head held high, then slipped her hand into his as he led her over to Zayne, now flat on his back stroking his shaft.

Ethan moved around behind her and began to loosen the ties of her gown, and Zayne watched on with hungry eyes. After the dress was finally free and he drew it from her shoulders and down to her feet, Ethan gathered up the heavy material and moved it to the sofa.

Chloé stood there in nothing but her white shift, and the flickering fire made the garment all but see-through. It showed off her shadowy curves and the apex of her thighs, and though it was designed to cover, all it did was tease.

Zayne’s strokes quickened as he punched his hips up into the air, and Ethan moved back in behind Chloé.

“Now, tell me the truth, Duchess. Riding astrideisyour preference, is it not?”

Her lips curved as she looked back him and nodded.

“Then by all means”—he gestured to Zayne—“hop on.”

Chloé stepped over the top of Zayne, and Ethan moved to the foot of the blanket. Then she slowly began to lower to her knees, and Zayne finally let go of his dick and reached for the seductress who was about to ride it.

“Pull up your shift.” Zayne’s voice was guttural as Chloé hovered over his hips.

She reached for the soft material and drew it up her thighs to her waist, and when her bare ass and mound came into view, Ethan and Zayne groaned.

“Fucking perfection,” Zayne whispered, then he reached between her thighs and began to stroke his fingers through her slick arousal.

Chloé moaned and tipped her head back, and Ethan gripped the base of his dick as he watched her rock back and forth on her knees.

“Ah… God…”

Zayne growled as he pulled his hand free and lined his cock up. “Take a seat, Duchess.”

Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off the two of them as Chloé lowered herself onto Zayne’s shaft, and when she was finally seated, she let go of her shift and planted her hands on his muscled chest.

“Fuck,” Zayne cursed as she slowly began to move atop him, and he slid his hands up her thighs to her bare ass and squeezed.

Ethan could see the silhouette of everything that was taking place beneath the fine material, and as Chloé undulated her hips over the top of Zayne, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some into his hand, then moved down onto the blanket between Zayne’s legs and tapped him on his knee. Zayne knew exactly what he wanted.

He stilled Chloé’s hips and gathered her shift, drawing it up to her waist to reveal her pert ass, and Ethan got his first up-close look of Zayne’s dick deep inside her.

It was so hot and so fucking sexy. She fit him like a glove, andhewas going to fit inside Zayne the same damn way.

Ethan leaned forward and kissed Chloé’s shoulder, then his attention shifted to the man under her.

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