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I feel the moment it happens. Noah comes, his arms squeezing me like a boa constrictor and his cock jerking inside me, his hot cum filling my pussy in erratic jets.

My teeth sink deeper into his flesh, and Noah releases a throaty groan, cock pulsing and my greedy pussy taking every drop he has to offer.

For a long time, we float together in the ecstasy of our shared orgasm, our bodies remaining joined even while the heat of our skin turns clammy and his cum leaks from my pussy that’s still filled with his softening cock.

Noah strokes my hair, and I open my eyes to look at him. He’s half asleep, but the lazy smile on his face matches my own.

“That was…”

“I know.”

He doesn’t need to find the words, because I don’t think there are any to describe what we just shared.

Noah shifts me gently until his cock slips free. I make a move to get up, but he stops me. “I’ll get some water and something to clean you up. Don’t move.”

My heart quickens, and warmth floods my body anew. Before he can get out of bed, I grab his hand and pull him back to me.

“Quinn—”

I cut him off with a slow kiss, pouring every word I can’t say right now into it. I’m sorry. You’re my world. I love you.

He kisses me back, only pulling away when I do. We linger there, staring at each other, and he gently brushes away a tear I didn’t even realize had fallen.

“We’re going to be okay,” he murmurs, “I promise.”

My eyes sting, and I catch his hand before he can pull away and press a kiss to his palm in thanks.

He kisses my nose in return. “Now, let me get you cleaned up.”

Chapter twenty-six

Beck

Noah and Quinn are not the same couple who left our session yesterday. If I wasn’t observant and didn’t do what I do for a living, maybe I’d be stumped as to what happened.

But I know they fucked.

Not only does Quinn have a post-sex glow that puts all post-sex glows to shame, Noah has a very red and angry-looking mark peeking out of the way-too-sexy light-green tank top he’s wearing.

And that mark? It looks like teeth.

Blood flows south to my cock imagining Quinn biting Noah hard enough she might have drawn blood and how Noah most likely reacted by creaming his pants.

Fuck. I’m grateful the couple is not paying attention to me right now. They are seated in one of the tantric positions they learned in the group yesterday called Yab-Yum—Quinn’s legs wrapped around Noah’s waist as they sit face-to-face, bodies aligned, breathing in sync.

We’re in my bungalow, and it’s the last session of the day. Before this, they worked in groups and then had a one-on-one therapy-type session with Hazel after lunch. It must have gone well, because when they showed up here just before this, neither of them looked as if they’d been crying, and they both smiled sheepishly at me as if they were keeping a big secret. Which again, was not really a secret. I know they fucked.

I exhale my own quiet breath to calm myself. I told them whatever was going to happen between the three of us was going to happen naturally. I have no right to wish I was with them last night or be jealous that I didn’t get to witness whatever has made them so happy with each other. They are married, and I can’t expect to share a bed with them when I was the one who told them they still needed to do everything they came here to do. Which didn’t include fucking me—or dating me, for that matter.

“Beck?” Quinn asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Are we supposed to be doing something?”

Focus, Beck. “Keep eye contact with each other, and when you’re ready, you will each take turns affirming something you like about the other.”

“That’s it?” Noah questions.