Page 7 of One Naughty Night

“Unbelievable,” I whisper.

“And you?” Zach asks.

I chew my lip, regretting opening the door to unwelcome questions.

“I am, by choice,” Jax interjects, my devilish savior once more.

I look Zach straight in the eyes and lick my lips, deterring him by making a demand of my own, for exactly what I really want. “Show me.”

As smug as I’m guessing he’s capable of, he holds my stare and painstakingly slow, removes his gray boxer briefs. His erection springs free, protruding up and away from his body in unfathomable glory.

“Good Goddamn,” Jax exclaims from behind me.

You read my mind.

Jax has him by maybe half an inch in length, but width? I’m truly worried I won’t be able to accommodate him.

Zach reaches out and presses two fingers over my quivering lips and leans his face into mine until we’re nose to nose. “I’ll be gentle, sweetness. You say stop, slower, or wait a minute—I do just that. Promise.” He places a peck on my lips and I heave out a sigh of not near enough relief.

“I didn’t bring lube, just condoms. Let’s flip you over, gorgeous, and I’ll get ya ready. I could eat that sweet cunt of yours all night anyway.” Jax grins, tossing me on my back as though I’m weightless.

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