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Dylan groaned as I coated his hand in wetness, my entire body shaking from the force of the orgasm.Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and everything that wasn’t sensation, wasn’t this pure bliss, dissolved into nothingness.

“I can’t believe the two of you started without me again.”Sean’s voice was closer now, and I could feel the pressure of his hand over Dylan’s, between my thighs.

But my brain was still lost in a fog of lust, my body still pulsing with aftershocks.

“Quit complaining,” Dylan said, his mouth running over my neck and shoulder, making me shiver.

“Are you kidding?”Sean’s laugh was half its normal volume, something tight and strained behind it.“I’ll happily play dead over here if I get to watch you make her squirt again.”

Something about his crass words brought me back to the room.Back to my body.Back to the slickness coating my thighs.Mon dieu.

Dylan shifted then, his hand moving from the mess he’d made of me, and I turned to watch him bring those same fingers to Sean’s mouth.

Sean’s lips parted without hesitation, and he took all three of them, knuckle-deep, his tongue working around them like he’d been waiting his whole life for the taste.His eyes never left Dylan’s.And when Dylan pulled his fingers free, Sean’s mouth followed for a second before falling slack, like he’d forgotten how to put on his usual show.

“Good boy.”Dylan’s voice was rough velvet in the dark.

Then Dylan’s hand shot out and closed around Sean’s throat.

It wasn’t cruel.Or hard enough to hurt.It was just enough to hold him in place as Dylan rolled toward him and claimed his mouth in a punishing kiss.

Sean surrendered instantly, his mouth opening for Dylan without resistance, one of his hands clutching at Dylan’s arm.The kiss was hard and deep and dirty, the kind that was about ownership as much as hunger.I could hear Sean breathing raggedly.Could feel the heat of both of them pressing in beside me.

I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

Finally, Dylan pulled back to look him in the eyes.Sean stared, looking a little awestruck and a lot turned-on.When Dylan released his hold on his neck, Sean sank back onto his side of the bed, breathing hard.

Then Dylan turned to me.

He kissed me slow, his tongue still carrying traces of Sean’s mouth and my release.It was obscene.It was perfect.His hand came up to cup the side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone in a way that had nothing to do with sex, and suddenly, I understood that look on Sean’s face.

It was too tender for this man, who held all the control.And I could feel myself slipping, fucking drowning under his attention.It was more than intoxicating.It was my ending already written.

He continued holding me in the dark and kissing me like I was something precious.I continued trying not to fall too far.And despite still trembling from the last orgasm, heat began building in me again.

Our kiss deepened, Dylan’s hands growing restless, and his erection grinding against my thigh.

He broke away in a rush of breath, turning back toward Sean.“On your knees.Now.”

Sean’s breath caught audibly.“Yes, sir.”

He was already moving—the big, arrogant hockey player folding himself down onto all fours in the middle of the hotel bed like it was the most natural thing he’d ever done.His red hair was a wild mess.His shoulders were tight with anticipation.His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already hard.

He lowered his head and waited.

“Look at you.”Dylan reached down and ran his palm over the curve of Sean’s ass, watching him shudder.“So fucking pretty when you’re not running your mouth.”

Sean’s answering groan was quiet.Broken.Nothing like the cocky bastard who’d walked into the hotel room.

I was watching a man come undone in slow motion and I couldn’t have looked away if the room had caught fire.

Dylan’s gaze cut to mine, searching.For what, I didn’t know—not permission, surely.Whatever it was, he seemed to find it.And the smile that split his lips was pure sin.

He didn’t look away from me as he moved in behind Sean, his hand running over his back.“Chantel wants to watch me fuck you.”