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I’d like to say I have to think about it, but I don’t. “Yes,” I reply.

He lays a short kiss on my lips before focusing on Noah, who hasn’t moved from his spot. The only difference now is that his skin is flushed with arousal and the outline of his cock is visible even from this distance.

“Stand up,” he commands. Once Noah stands, Beck barks, “Come here.”

Noah walks over, his blown-out eyes trained on both of us.

“Take your pants off; let us see how much you want this.”

I don’t know what this he’s referring to, but Noah doesn’t hesitate. He strips off his shorts, and like yesterday, he has nothing on underneath. His hard cock bobs free, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning at the sight of it.

Beck spreads his legs a bit wider, his own arousal evident under his clothes. He pats his thigh before offering Noah his hand.

“Now, be a good boy, and give me that ass. It’s high time I make it red.”

Chapter twenty-nine

Beck

I keep waiting to wake up from what feels like a fever dream. But every time my eyes blink and reopen, I’m still here, in Noah and Quinn’s bungalow, with a half-naked and willing man lying across my thighs and the most beautiful and understanding woman at my side. The heat of her leg against my own is sending bolts of electricity through me.

“Have you ever been spanked, Quinn?” I ask her as I run a hand gently over the skin of Noah’s bare ass.

His cock twitches against my leg, and I smirk, doing the motion again—not only for his enjoyment but my own as well. His ass is more muscular and rounder than the last time I got the privilege of spanking it, and there are more freckles than I remember smattering his pale skin.

Quinn bites her lip and shakes her head, gaze watching where I’m caressing Noah as she gently combs her fingers through his hair. The position he’s in puts him partially on her lap.

“Do you want to be spanked?” I ask her.

“I don’t know.” She looks up at me, eyes wide. “Maybe.”

I hum and drag my nails over Noah’s sensitive flesh. A low moan escapes his lips, and he shifts on my lap, cock twitching again.

“But you’d rather watch your husband take his punishment?” I guess.

“For now.”

Her response makes my own dick throb, and Noah’s breath catches in his lungs. “Good to know.”

For a moment, I admire how perfect Noah looks draped over my lap. His body is ready and willing to take my hand after so long. Anticipation runs through my veins, and I check in with the couple one more time before I begin.

With their consent, I appreciate Noah’s body. I pull his shirt up so I can run a fingernail down his spine, applying enough pressure to leave a faint red line over his skin.

He whimpers, wriggling for more.

I chuckle deep in my chest. “Look at you.” I trail my finger lower until I’m between the crease of his ass, stopping just before I get to his puckered hole. “You’re still a needy boy who likes pain, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he moans.

I pull my hand back and smack his ass without warning, his body stiffening before he lets out a low keen that’s music to my ears.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Beck,” he groans.

“Good boy.” I glide my palm over where I just struck. Quinn’s not watching me—her eyes are fixated on Noah, lips slightly parted.

“Ten spanks,” I declare, “not including the last one. That first swat was a warm-up. Do you understand, Noah?”