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"Stop talking about it and do it," I pant, planting my palms on the wooden planks, arching my back, and opening myself to him.

"I'll need to borrow some of this," he says, sliding his thumbs along Cam's shaft and spreading the moisture over my ass. An ungodly sound escapes from my throat as he pushes his thumbs in and stretches me.

"I need a little more." He notches his cock at my pussy, pushing slowly, the head of his cock sliding along Cam's shaft as he pushes in. He bottoms out in one smooth thrust, their twin groans driving me fucking crazy. I clench around them, rolling my hips, refusing to give them time to rein themselves in. Lach pulls almost all the way out then slams back in, smashing me against Cam's chest as he pushes his tongue into Cam's mouth. I whimper between them, so fucking close I could scream.

"Hold on, baby." Lach pulls out and notches himself at my back entrance, his breathing ragged. I look over my shoulder to let him know I'm ready, but he's looking down, sliding his hands over my cheeks, squeezing them together to hug his cock, every muscle in his body trembling with restraint. Cam turns my head back toward him, tipping my chin up, holding my gaze as Lach grips my hips and works the tip of his cock inside me.

"Does our dirty girl like being filled?" Cam's words are smooth and sultry, arrows of lust straight to my core.

"More," I beg, whimpering as the widest part of Lach's cock breaches the muscle.

"You take us so fucking well," Lach groans, giving me time to adjust before sinking into me with a long shuddering breath. "Fuck, Charlie, you feel too fucking good." Cam's eyelids flutter as Lach bottoms out, his head tipping back in ecstasy.

"I can feel him in you," Cam says, his eyes closed as Lach works his hips back and forth. "Every time he thrusts, I can feel the head of his cock riding up my shaft." He moans as Lach pulses his cock deep inside me, Cam's fingers spasming on my hips, drawing me forward and then pushing me back onto Lach. "Lean forward and tilt your hips," he instructs, maneuvering me so my clit rolls over his pubic bone with every thrust. My body shudders when we get the right angle, instinct taking over. I rock my hips forward, the friction of them sliding out of me almost as good as when I push back, and they slam back in, filling me until I wonder how I ever lived without this.

"Now," Cam mouths, clearly not on board with the edging. I clench around them, picking up my pace, my body shaking in anticipation.

"Charlie—" My name dies on Lach's lips, turning into a growl as I arch my back and slam back onto his cock. I can tell the moment he gives in, his hand sliding up the length of my back to grip my shoulder, his other has a punishing, desperate hold on my hip. We move together like we were made for this, a synchronized wave of desire – a tsunami demolishing everything except the push and pull of their cocks, their whispered curses and broken moans. I whimper as the first spasm starts, and Cam holds me down on his cock as Lach pushes in deep, pulsing his hips against me as I fall apart. They hold their positions until there are only aftershocks left, and then Lach pulls back and slams home one more time, Cam's groan all he needs to push them both over the edge. Cam closes his eyes and bites his lip as the pressure mounts, his whole body bowing as he drags me back and forth over his cock. His entire body shudders, and then his eyes are open, drawing me in, pulling me with him as the three of us descend into the depths of hedonistic bliss.

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"When you said you booked our flights, I thought you would do it like a normal person," I grumble, studying the jet on the tarmac, wondering how something so small can get us across an entire ocean.

"First, the flights were sold out. Second, do you really think I would give up the chance for us to join the mile-high club?" Lach asks, his lips pulling up into a smirk.

"You think I'm doing that on there? I'm going to be terrified for my life the entire trip. The last thing I'll be thinking about is sex."

"We'll see about that." The baritone of Jack's voice slides over my skin as he steps up to my side, linking his fingers with mine.

"If we go down, then we go down together," Cam sings softly under his breath, his fingers tapping a staccato on his thigh as he joins us. He pulls several books from the satchel over his shoulder, half-naked couples on all the covers. "I’m nervous too, little witch. I brought these for distraction," he says, turning to me.

I snort. "God, you're the best. Good smut is always the best distraction." I take his hand, and we walk to the plane together, the four of us walking to the plane together.

"There's a bedroom through the door in the back," Lach says, motioning to the back of the plane. "The door to the right is the bathroom. The kitchen is behind me, fully stocked. We can access it before we taxi and then at cruising altitude."

"You'd make a great flight attendant." I laugh.

"I'll be your attendant anytime, Carebear." He wiggles his eyebrows lewdly, making me laugh. I jump as the pilot's voice blares over the speakers. Five minutes until we taxi to the runway. Please find your seats and fasten your seatbelts.

"In that case, I would love a drink. Something with alcohol, please." I can feel the anxiety creeping up my throat, coating my tongue.

"You got it. Get comfortable. I'll bring it to you."

Jack finishes stowing our luggage and leads me to the couch, crouching down in front of me to fasten the belt around my hips.

"Breathe, Sassenach." I have no idea how his hands got on my shoulders, but he's gripping me tight, a line of worry between his brows. "Cam, let's see one of those books." He settles beside me, buckling his seatbelt before cracking open the book, his brogue caressing every syllable.

I can't believe I'm going through with this. I should call the whole thing off. Return the money. Find some crappy job instead of going to graduate school. Meet a local guy, get pregnant... Fucking breathe, Lainey. I can do this. One night. A weekend if it goes well, he said in his last email. He even said we didn't have to have sex if I wasn't comfortable with it, but what guy spends a hundred thousand on someone's virginity if they don't want to have sex with them?

"Miss?" I jerk my face out of my hands and meet the Uber driver's gaze in the rearview mirror. "We're here."

I look out the window at the brick facade, craning my neck to look up at the top of the building. Five floors. This fucker is loaded. My heart is in my throat as I mentally flip through my possible decisions and their outcomes, but the decision is made for me when the front door swings open, a golden hallway luring me in. I can do this. I will do this. I grab my overnight bag and step out of the car, fixing my skirt and wrapping my cardigan tight around my torso before heading toward the steps.

"Her cardigan?" I echo, trying to focus on the story instead of how we’re taxiing across the tarmac toward the runway. "Why would she wear a cardigan when someone just paid her a ton of money for her virginity?"

"What would you wear?" Lach asks, swiveling his chair so he's facing Jack and me.

"I would never have the guts to do that in the first place, but if I did, probably a trench coat with lingerie under it."

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