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Aiden’s other hand trails down my quivering stomach before he slides his finger over my clit, circling it and then slipping back to feel my entrance stretched around Wyatt’s cock. “Such a good girl, Greer.”

His fingers return to my clit and rub me as I work myself on the head of Wyatt’s cock.

“Fuck, kitten. I’m going to cum inside you.”

Panting, I take him just a little deeper before lifting off and sliding back on. “Yes, please, oh fuck, I want to feel you inside me.”

Wyatt’s hands on my hips stop my descent at just the tip. “Soon, kitten. I’ll be buried so deep, I’ll kiss your womb. This is enough for tonight.”

I reach my hand down and stroke the length of his cock that isn’t inside me, surprised to find a lot still exposed with how he feels inside me. My wetness trickles down over him, and I use it to stroke him faster, moving my hips in time with my hand.

Aiden’s eyes meet mine before he lowers his gaze to watch me take the head of Wyatt’s cock. It’s all so overwhelming and freeing and amazing.

When Aiden pinches my clit, I arch back as pleasure descends over my body. My lips part in a silent scream as I come, sliding a little deeper onto Wyatt’s cock. My pussy convulses around him, tightening almost painfully around his thickness. My hand stops stroking him but remains wrapped around his cock.

His cock jerks in my grip. He groans as his hot cum shoots inside me, triggering another orgasm as he fills me. Aiden catches me under my arms, to help hold me up as Wyatt struggles not to buck up into me fully. His hips thrust his cock in and out in little moves.

His thighs tense between mine, and I feel every spray of his cock both as it flows through his shaft in my hand and inside me. I’ve never felt anything quite like it.

“Fuck, kitten. You feel like heaven.” Wyatt’s fingers rub my hips.

I draw in a breath. My thighs tremble from overuse as Wyatt eases me off his cock.

When Aiden lifts me into his arms, I wrap my legs around him and bury my nose into his shirt. His citrus scent helps me relax.

He carries me into the bathroom. When he sets me down, I let the wall hold me up as he starts the shower. He grabs a clip out of his drawer and hands it to Wyatt as he comes in. He’s stripped naked.

Fuck, he’s massive even half hard, and all those sculpted muscles. I want to explore every inch of him.

My body gets ideas I no longer have the energy for. Wyatt’s hazel eyes meet mine as he gathers my hair in his hands. Unable to resist, I reach out and run my hands down his abs.

“A quick rinse before we go back to the party, kitten.” Wyatt carefully piles my hair on my head and clips it up.

The party. Fuck, I completely forgot about the party and that I have to go down and be seen. After orgasming how many times and for how long? Oh hell, we’ve been gone for a while.

“It’s okay, Greer.” Aiden takes my hand and kisses it. “Just a little longer and people will begin to leave. No one stays long at a dinner party on a Friday night. Not when there are other places to be seen.”

Chapter 27

Closing Time

MASON

“The last few offers I had were basically for me to play the same character all over again.” Greyson crosses his ankle over his knee. A few of us sit in a small seating area off to the side. Aiden and Greer disappeared into the house a few minutes ago. “I need something more substantial, that I can really sink my teeth into.”

Wyatt and Zoe stand off to the side of the pool with Holden and some guy I haven’t seen around before. It’s not uncommon for the young actors to have an entourage or a few buddies they bring to these types of events.

I invited Holden because he’s got an it factor and a work ethic. He’s not letting his fame go to his head. I just hope Zoe doesn’t fuck him up.

Roarke has attracted an audience as usual. He’s in his element, flirting with women, impressing men, telling stories that make people laugh. He and Aiden balance each other at parties. Aiden plays Roarke’s straight man well.

“I’d love to do something like what you have going.” Greyson’s voice draws me back in as I realize he’s looking at me. “I hoped my agent would get a look at your project.”

“Casting finished months ago.” Everyone knows this is our pet project. The one that Wyatt, Roarke, Aiden, and I worked on for years to put together. It all came down to timing and when we were all available. “If we have any last-minute cancellations…”

I let the statement hang in the air. I can’t promise him anything, and I won’t. We’re set to start Monday, and I’ve worked hard to make sure it goes off without a hitch.

My attention wanders to Wyatt as he walks into the house. Zoe is still flirting with the boys as usual. I’m surprised she hasn’t left yet. This isn’t her typical Friday-night scene.

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