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"I hate to break this up, but we need to get back to the hotel before we consummate this relationship on the floor of a sex club," Lach says, glancing at his phone.

Jack growl as he breaks the kiss, his hands trembling with restraint. He scoops me into his arms. "Please tell me one of you know how to get the fuck out of here," he demands. I whimper as he rolls my clit under the pad of his thumb, my body losing in the fight for control.

Lach and Cam lead the way, stopping to ask for directions before leading us up a set of stairs and out into the cool city air. I take deep breaths, attempting to bank the inferno taking over my body. The steady movement of Jack's thumb makes it impossible. I arch in his arms, desperate to feel him inside me.

"What do you want, Charlotte?" He slides his thumb down, circling my entrance.

"You can't give me what I want right now." My voice comes out low and husky, sex dripping from every word.

The color of Jack's eyes deepens, ensnaring me as he pushes inside me, stoking the flames.

"Fuck," I whimper, writhing in his arms. The car pulls up, and he sets me on my feet, holding my gaze as he licks me from his thumb. Lach links his fingers with mine, pulling me to the car and helping me in. If I had thought the car ride earlier was charged, this one is absolutely electric. Jack wastes no time kneeling between my legs and pushing my knees wide, sucking my clit into his mouth in one long pull.

Oh fuck.

His tongue is relentless as I buck against him, his hands holding me tight. He slides his hands under my ass to give himself better access, pulling me up to his mouth, his tongue plunging into me before moving even lower.

"Jack!" My brain tells me he shouldn't be doing this, but God, my body wants it.

"We're here," Lach murmurs. I scramble away from Jack, pulling my dress down just before the driver opens the door. I climb out on wobbly legs, my body humming. Cam slides his hand around my waist, supporting me as we walk to the elevators.

"Are you doing okay?" His smile is crooked, tenderness in his eyes as he looks down at me.

"I need to come," I say bluntly, cocking my eyebrow in a challenge I hope he'll accept. The elevator door opens, and he crowds me inside, pushing me against the back wall. He waits for the doors to close before capturing my mouth, rocking his cock against my clit. My moan echoes off the walls, surrounding us.

"Brace yourselves," Lach warns before hitting the emergency stop. "Cover the camera?" he asks Jack as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. I whimper, watching as he strokes himself, desperate to taste the pearly drop at the tip. I press my forehead against Cam's shoulder as I fumble with his belt buckle, desire making my fingers unsteady. I pull him out, hot and heavy in my palm. He groans, thrusting against me before sliding his hands over my thighs and hiking me up, impaling me in one smooth motion.

My cry turns to a silent scream as Lach grips my hip with one hand, guiding his cock with the other, sliding his shaft snugly against Cam's, stretching me. Lach gives me a couple of seconds to adjust and then thrusts deep.

Cam's whimper sets off a chain reaction in my body, all of my muscles tensing, squeezing around them. "So fucking tight," he gasps as they slide against each other, taking turns filling me. The three of us race to the finish, but instead of riding me to completion, the guys stop their thrusts as my orgasm starts, flexing their hips, filling me completely as I explode around them.

"Enough messing around," Jack says darkly, his eyes on me as he slams the emergency button back in, the elevator going up as I come down. The second Cam puts me back on my feet, Jack throws me over his shoulder and strides out of the elevator, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"It's my fucking turn."

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Ihit the bed with a soft thud, the comforter fluffing around me. I watch Jack in the mirror above me, broad shoulders heaving as he wrestles for control, his eyes shining with a predatory gleam. A breath strangles me as he sheds his jacket and rolls up his shirtsleeves, the veins in his hands drawing my gaze as he loosens his tie. Fuck, this man does something to me. Every nerve ending in my body hums with anticipation; heat and electricity crackling between us like a summer thunderstorm.

"Touch me."

"Your wish is my command, mo chridhe." Jack's hands are gentle, circling my ankles and sweeping up my calves, his touch reverent. He opens my legs, kneeling between them, looking down at me like I hold the key to the universe.

"Arms up," Cam murmurs, leaning over me to unzip my dress. Jack slides his hands up my thighs, following the hem of my dress as Cam slowly peels it off over my head. They groan as my breasts release from the fabric, my nipples begging for attention. Jack stops Cam from pulling my dress off, leaving my arms trapped above my head.

"I like this," Jack rumbles, sliding his finger underneath my garter belt. "But this—" he tugs at my thong, the material pulling against my clit, making me squirm, "—has to fucking go." He rips the flimsy material and pulls it away from my body, tossing it to Lach, who has stationed himself at the head of the bed. He holds my gaze as he brings it up to his nose, his eyes darkening as he inhales, heat flooding between my legs in response.

"Eyes on me." I turn back to Jack, drinking in his whisky gaze. "Tell me what you need." The roughness of his voice wraps around my nipples like a silk thread, winding its way down my body to slip between my legs, stringing me tight. I swallow hard as he massages my thighs, his callouses scraping over sensitive skin, pushing my need to dizzying heights.

"Undress," I say, struggling to pull my arms out of the dress.

"Only if you stop trying to free yourself." He leans over me, his scent invading my senses, one hand trapping my wrists, the other moving to my hip, holding me still as his hard length presses against me. My entire world shrinks to this moment – the only thing I can think about is the way the head of his cock rolls over my clit with each slow thrust.

"I need you naked," I beg, my voice rough with desire. Jack rises to his knees, our gazes locked while he unbuttons his shirt, his fingers moving so slowly it takes everything in me not to rip the dress from my arms and tear it from his body. I can almost feel his wide expanse of smooth skin beneath my fingertips. Hard muscle trembling under my touch.

"Please," I rasp, consumed with the need to press my lips to his stomach, breathe him in, and show him how he makes me feel.

His hands pause on the last button. "Tell me, Charlotte," he says again.

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