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“Time to pay up, my lord. Part your legs.”

Zayne immediately bent and spread them wide for him, and Ethan reached down and rubbed his lubed fingers over the hole.

Zayne’s hips jacked up off the blanket, driving his cock deeper into Chloé. She cried out, and Ethan did it again, and when he added a second finger, Zayne’s movements became more forceful, more desperate.

Ethan zeroed in on his prostate next and gave it a good massage, and he could hear Zayne’s heavy breathing mixed with Chloé’s cries. It was a raw, decadent sound. He pulled his fingers free and lined his cock up, and as he slid it home, a loud shout echoed around the room.

He tunneled inside of Zayne’s body, and then hooked one of his hands under his man’s knee to spread it even wider. Chloé looked back over her shoulder then, and her hips moved even faster.

Zayne’s dick was in her, his balls high and tight between them, and Ethan’s cock was drilling inside Zayne so deep it just might come out his fucking mouth.

It was one of the hottest moments of Ethan’s life. But at the same time, one of the most intimate. Not only were their bodies joined, but after everything they’d been through in the last few months, it felt their hearts and minds were too. This was a culmination of all of that.

As the sensations fired though him one after another, Ethan grabbed Chloé’s waist as she sat up on Zayne’s cock, then he crushed their mouths together.

He shoved his tongue between her lips, and her sweet taste was in direct contrast with the act she was currently engaged in.

Zayne groaned and slid his hands up under her shift, and she ripped her mouth free and tore her last item of clothing off.

With both of them completely naked now, Ethan watched as Chloé lowered and Zayne sucked her nipple into his mouth. She braced her hands on either side of his head and began to swivel her hips and ass over his dick, and when Zayne’s cock slipped out of her, Ethan guided it back inside.

Fucking hell…

Ethan dug his nails into Zayne’s thigh and began to move in and out at a frenzied pace, and Chloé seemed to pick up on his rhythm and keep time.

They went at each other fiercely, relentlessly driving one another toward the precipice, and when they reached the very top and flung themselves into blissful oblivion, their names echoed around the room like some kind of prayer to the heavens.

This was what surrender felt like. What peace and happiness felt like.

These two incredible people owned Ethan’s heart, and he owned theirs, and as they collapsed in a tangle of arms, legs, and sweat, naked and vulnerable with one another—he knew they would never be alone again.

The three of them were connected forever—mind, body, and soul.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

What if I fail?

~ Chloé

“COME ON, RED. You’re going to find out sooner or later.”

Zayne pushed Chloé’s laptop across the kitchen counter, and she stared at it as though it were a ticking time bomb.

“Then I vote for later.” She hopped down off the barstool, but as she turned to head out into the gardens, Zayne rushed around the counter and took hold of her arm.

“Oooh no you don’t.” He stepped in front of her and shook his head. “You’ve been putting this off for hours.”

“I slept in,” she fired back. “I had a big night last night, and someone—ortwosomeones—kept me up until nearly three a.m.”

“That is all true.Butever since you’ve woken up, you’ve been avoiding your phone and laptop.”

“I don’t even know where my phone is.”

“Exactly my point. When do you ever not know where your phone is?”

“Right now.”

“Chloé? You in here? I found your phone in my—” Ethan came to a stop when he spotted her and Zayne mid-stare-off. “And what’s going on here?”

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