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“Bossy asshole,” I joke, hooking my fingers into the sides of his boxers and sliding them down so his cock juts out.

As far as cocks go, his is perfection. I won’t go as far as saying it’s pretty—can cocks even be pretty? I don’t think so, but pussy... oh, a pussy can be pretty. Specifically, our best friend’s. Nothing will ever compare to hers.

Leaning forward, I lick the precum from the tip and continue to the base, then right back up. I slowly wet every delicious inch before closing my mouth over the head, my lips stretching to the point the corners of my mouth burn. In no universe could I deep throat this monster, so I use one hand at his base while I work the rest of his length with my mouth, and my free hand massages his balls. Damn, I love watching him come undone.

“Oh fuck! I need you to fuck me while I come. Shit...”

Popping off his cock, I stand as Julius turns and places his ass in the air. It means he wants me to fuck him fast and hard, as he prefers to be on his back when he wants it slower.

I reach over to the bedside table and take out the lube, squirting it on my hand, then dropping the bottle back in the drawer. Before the liquid falls from my fingers, I wipe it on his ass and push my fingers inside him, pressing on his sweet spot and making him moan.

“Please,” he begs. “Please make me come.”

Stepping behind him, I line up my cock, then torture him by pushing inside slowly. I lean over his back and grab onto his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin as I thrust in slow, measured strokes, knowing that isn’t what he truly wants. “Wrap your hand around your swollen cock and picture Mellie beneath you sucking you while I’m fucking you from behind.”

“Fuck!” he roars.

I let his shoulder go, and fuck him harder, inspired by the same thought. In my lust-filled haze, I don’t hear the door open until an open-mouthed Mellie is standing frozen in the doorway.

“Either step inside and close the door, Moo, or?—”

Before Julius can finish his sentence, Mellie jumps backward and slams the door. I know he will want to chase after her. He propositioned her, and now his brain will race at a million miles an hour, but he needs to let her process.

I grab his hair and pull his head back as I lean over his body. “You’re not going anywhere until you blow your load. Now picture her on her knees staring up at you, with her mouth open, begging for your cum.”

His body shivers beneath me as he strokes his cock until he grunts out my name, then I finish by fucking him into his mattress.

Chapter Twelve

Mellie

Embarrassment floods through me as I slam the door closed. I accidentally invaded their private time, but it was the looks on their faces which mesmerized me. Turning on my heel, I bump into a solid bare chest and glance up into Storm’s slate-gray eyes.

His hands land on my waist to steady me. My cheeks heat more, and Storm smirks. “Did you like what you saw?”

I lower my gaze and remain silent as I try to get my breathing under control. The last thing I need him to know is how damp my underwear has become, and how I want to run to my room and ease the pressure with my trusty vibrator.

With him standing so close, the hallway feels smaller. His presence is magnetic, pulling me in like gravity. My pulse quickens as every inch of my skin becomes hyperaware of thelack of space between me and his shirtless torso. His eyes lock onto mine, intense and searching, as if he’s trying to decipher a secret hidden in my gaze. The air is thick with unspoken words, and I can barely breathe. His hand hovers near my cheek, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin and sending a shiver down my spine.

I lean in, instinctively drawn to him by a force I can’t control. Our breaths mingle, the heat between us rising. His lips part, and for a heartbeat, nothing else exists.

The world narrows to this moment, our connection, this almost?—

A sudden sound shatters the spell.

My phone rings, loud and invasive, cutting through the tension like a blade. We jerk back and stare at each other, breathless and bewildered. I turn away and pull my phone from my pocket. When I see the TV station’s number, hope fills me and I move to my bedroom to answer the call, closing the door behind me.

“Hello?”

“Miss Foster, this is Grant returning your call.”

“Yes— I mean, I know. Thank you for getting back to me.”

“What can I do for you?” His tone is curt.

“I know you have privacy policies in place to protect everyone on the show but since I left the resort, I have—” I stop, not wanting to get the guys in trouble for seeking me out, so I change the direction of my question. “I wanted to know if there was any way the show would disclose the identities of the three masked men from the resort so I can contact them?” As the last word leaves my mouth, I cringe, realizing how stupid I sound. However, this show is my only link to the guys, and I need to know who they are.

“I’m not following you, Miss Foster. What resort and masked men?”

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