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He pulls me into his arms, pressing his body to mine. “Oh, Reece. What the fuck do you think we’re going to be doing?”

I groan into our kiss, the thought of them having sex and fantasizing about me hardening my cock and my body is burning again.

“Tell me with words. Will you think about me?” I ask, turned on in a way I’ve never been before.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Yes. We’ll be thinking about you when we fuck tonight.”

The kiss becomes a frenzy right there outside my door, and thank God my apartment is on the first floor and faces away from the town. No one will see us. I’m lost, so lost in his mouth, groaning when the trimmed hair near his mouth pricks my skin. My palm rubs his cheek while we kiss, and I can’t help myself. I tilt my face and rub my cheek against his. “I love this so much,” I whisper.

His chest, pressing against mine, vibrates with a moan, and then I can’t stop. “I want to feel this between my thighs,” I say, my voice shaking with my need for him.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Yes. Soon. I fucking promise.” He, once again, slows us down, and I have to let him because he needs to get to the gas station. “If you still feel this way tomorrow, we won’t have to fantasize about you much longer,” he whispers.

“Okay.” I let him go reluctantly.

“Think about us when you use that purple monster tonight,” he says. And then, with a last kiss to my neck, he leaves.

Chapter 26

Sawyer

I let myself into the house, dropping Asher’s keys into the bowl on the counter, and I text Reece to say I’m home.

The shower is going upstairs. Checking the kitchen and living room to see what needs to be tidied up, I find that Asher has already cleared up. Everything is neat enough to last a few days.

Upstairs, I gather some laundry and get it into the washer-dryer, and then head for the bathroom, undressing as I go. The large shower is one of the best parts of this house. It was one of the selling points for Asher. And me, though he was more vocal about it.

He turns when I slide the shower door open. He moves his hair out of his eyes and wipes down his face. Then, pulling me in under the shower head, he takes my face between his palms and kisses me deeply. “Thank you,” he whispers.

I grin into our kiss. “Thank you for not divorcing me the first time I brought it up.”

“Hmm. Never. I’d never be able to live without you,” he tells me. And after we’ve kissed for a long time, he asks, “Did you kiss him good night?”

I groan into our kiss. “Yes.”

“Fuck, Sawyer, sweetheart.”

“I can’t believe this is happening, Ash.” I kiss him again, biting into his mouth and scraping my teeth over his jaw.

“He’s going to say yes.”

“I can’t wait, babe.”

Asher’s hands move over my back. “You were so brave to talk to me about this. We just have to be careful for a while, okay? Small towns like ours might not get it.”

I agree because I can deal with the secrecy and the pretense for the sake of public opinion if it means I could rub my cheek against the inside of Reece’s thigh, and then watch my husband fuck him.

Asher takes the shower gel in his hands and squeezes some of the soap onto my shoulder, rubbing the suds into my body. My eyes drift closed, enjoying the glide of his palm over my skin. He drops to his knees, drags his hands over the back of my calves, my thighs and covers my ass with his big hands. Burying his face into my groin, he kisses the juncture between my thighs, rubbing soap all over my ass and the back of my thighs and legs. I open my stance, giving him more access to my body, my fingers threading through his wet hair.

“Fuck, Ash. I love you so much.”

He brings his hands to the front, rubbing circles over the front of my thighs. Then his hands move to my inner thighs and up to my dick. Working my hard cock, he spreads suds over my groin, his fingers pulling gently at the pubic hair there.

Taking me into his mouth, Asher sucks gently. I throw my head back, grabbing onto his hair with both hands and keeping him there. Slowly pumping my dick in and out of his mouth, I urge him on. “Suck that dick, baby. Fuck, Ash. You suck me so fucking good.”

He moans around my cock, taking me deep into his mouth and into the back of his throat. Looking up at me from his kneeling position, he’s a dream. I love this man so much. I would do anything for him. And I know he would do anything for me.

Bringing Reece into our marriage isn’t just about sexual curiosity. It's about giving each other what we need. It’s about having the courage to lay it all bare before each other and feeling safe enough to admit to what we want and finding ways to give it to each other. And I want to give Asher this. I want to do this for him. For us.

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