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Hell, along with the lingerie collection, we could do a bed and bath collection with the new Firefly launch. I’d never thought about the size of bath towels before, but then again, I’d never had to. Appropriate sizes didn’t end with clothing. I needed to integrate that into everything.

I should have thought of that without seeing it firsthand. We kept our clothing available for all sizes, so it made sense.

Thankfully, Ocean wasn’t focused on the size of the towel, but on the way Cameron was drying her off. Taking his time, kissing what he dried until the tan of her skin turned pink with attention.

“No more mess,” he murmured to her.

With Cameron standing in front of her, staring, she began to wilt. He didn’t let it happen, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the bedroom while Everett and I scrambled to dry ourselves and follow.

But I stopped in the doorway to watch. Our wife was still nervous, in spite of everything. I didn’t want to overwhelm her again.

Cameron rearranged the bed, stacking pillows together against the headboard. Pulling back the blankets and making it perfect. “There.”

I watched Ocean’s toes and fingers curl and release in little motions that were louder than words.

My gut told me now. I approached Ocean from behind and slid my hands around her ribs. “What’s wrong, princess?”

“No—” She caught herself before she could dismiss whatever it was. That was good. Pulling one long breath in, she let it out and relaxed back into me. “I just want to be like everyone else. Able to fall into bed without having to rearrange things just because I’m…”

Pulling her head to the side, I kissed her neck. “I promise, wife, none of us will have a problem bending you over the nearest available surface to take you hard and fast.”

Her breath hitched, so I went a step further, purring and stepping her forward, closer to the bed and Cameron. “In every other aspect of our lives, we work to make our bodies comfortable. Clothes, sheets, temperature. Why should it be different for sex? We want you to be comfortable, and taking a minute to rearrange some pillows so you feel good isn’t going to make us want to fuck you less.”

Sex wasn’t one-size-fits-all any more than most clothing. And yes, there were things we would do differently because of Ocean’s size. That didn’t bother me. I wanted her to feel good, and us to feel good. Nothing else came into it, especially other people’s opinions or their favorite sex positions.

Cameron grinned and snagged her hand, pulling her out of my arms. She was off balance, and he caught her, spinning them so she landed on her back, right on the pillows with his body on top of hers. “That’s better,” he whispered before he kissed her. “Now you’re all mine.”

“For the moment,” Everett said.

Our wife was flushed, eyes wide, dark hair spread across the pillow in a little starburst. Cameron fit himself against her and held there. Even feet away, I felt the self-control he had to use in order to stop. “Are you going to let me fuck you, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“I need to hear you say yes, wife.”

Wetting her lips, she whispered the word. “Yes.”

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TULIP

(LALE, POT OF GOLD)

MEANING: ABSOLUTE ROMANCE; A DECLARATION OF LOVE; A LOVER’S HEART DARKENED BY THE HEART OF PASSION; PERFECT LOVER; SENSUALITY; (PURPLE): ETERNAL LOVE; (PINK): MY PERFECT LOVER; (ORANGE): I AM FASCINATED BY YOU); (RED): IRRESISTIBLE LOVE; UNDYING LOVE

OCEAN

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Cameron slid into me with one long, hard thrust. I had to close my eyes. Holy shit. Of the three, he was the thickest, and it had been a long time since I’d been with anything other than a battery operated boyfriend.

Plus, let’s be real. The external toys did the job just fine and were a lot less work most of the time. My dildos were gathering dust in whatever box they were still in from the move, and they’d been there for a while.

But there was nothing that felt like this. The heat of being filled and the weight of someone being with you. When someone looked at you the way Cameron looked at me now. I didn’t think I’d ever been looked at like that. Like I was the center of his world.

Even if it was only this moment, it opened something in my chest.

“Fuck, Ocean,” he groaned, dropping his lips to mine at the same time he lifted my thigh around his waist so he could press deeper. “As much as I want to take you for hours, you feel too good.”

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